The next morning, before the first light of dawn could even touch the palace walls, the air in the garage was thick with tension. The silence was broken only by the sound of heavy footsteps, Vihaansh, Kiyaansh, and Ruhaansh walking in together, their expressions dark and unreadable. Inside, the goons sat tied to chairs, heads bowed in fear, bruises already marking their faces from the night before. They had no idea what awaited them now.

Vihaansh’s jaw was clenched, his eyes burning with a cold rage that made even his brothers glance at him cautiously. He walked up to the main culprit, grabbed him by the collar, and hissed, “You thought you could touch her and walk away alive?” His voice was low but deadly. Kiyaansh and Ruhaansh didn’t stay silent either, they joined in, their fury reflecting the same protective instinct for Rudravika. Each of them took turns reminding the goons of their mistake, their words sharper than any weapon.