"No… the way Boss is injured… there's no way he'll survive this punch… God, please… if you're really there, save him… please save him…"
Maya's silent prayer trembled inside her as fear gripped her heart.
At the same time—
Vijay's entire family screamed in horror as they saw Bali's deadly punch rushing toward Om's chest.
It was over.
Or at least… it should have been.
Because the next moment—
Everything changed.
Just as Bali's fist was about to crush into Om's chest—
Om moved.
Fast.
Too fast.
His hand shot up like lightning—
And he caught Bali's punch mid-air.
Stopped it.
Completely.
For a second… the world froze.
Bali's eyes widened.
His soul trembled.
"Im… impossible… this… this can't be happening!"
He stared at Om in disbelief.
Om… stood there… blood dripping from his face… his body broken… yet—
Smiling.
Holding Bali's punch with just one hand.
Bali couldn't understand it.
After everything… after those monstrous blows… after beating him to the edge of death—
How was this boy still standing?
Not just standing…
But stopping him?
How is this even possible…?
But before Bali could process it—
Something worse happened.
Om's grip tightened.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
At first, Bali didn't react.
But then—
He felt it.
Pressure.
Real pressure.
And as Om kept squeezing—
Bali's expression changed.
The man who claimed to have the strength of ten elephants…
Was now feeling pain.
From a 20-year-old boy.
Bali tried to pull his hand back—
But he couldn't.
Not even an inch.
His strength…
Was useless.
And then—
CRACK.
A horrifying sound echoed.
Then another.
And another.
Om tightened his grip just a little more—
And Bali's fingers—
Snapped.
One by one.
Bones breaking like dry sticks.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!"
A scream tore out of Bali's throat—raw, violent, filled with unbearable pain.
He staggered back, clutching his shattered hand.
Everyone in the room stood frozen.
Shocked.
Unable to believe what they had just witnessed.
Om… slowly rose to his feet.
Wiping the blood from his mouth.
His breathing steady.
His eyes… burning.
"Mr. Singhania…"
His voice was calm… but heavy.
"You want to fight me? Fine. We'll fight. I have no problem with that…"
His tone dropped.
Dark.
"But my family… anyone who even tries to drag my family into this…"
A pause.
Cold.
"They don't get to live."
Before anyone could react—
Om grabbed Singhania by the throat.
Lifted him slightly.
Started choking him.
Singhania's face turned pale instantly.
He looked into Om's eyes—
And froze.
There was fire in them.
Not anger.
Not rage.
Something far worse.
Fear consumed him.
"Son… please… I had nothing to do with this! I just came along with him… that's all! Let me go, I swear—I'll leave everything… all my illegal work… I'll disappear… you'll never see my face again… just… please… let me go!"
His voice cracked as he begged for his life.
But before Om could respond—
Bali, mad with pain and rage, charged again.
But this time—
Om was ready.
He released Singhania—
Grabbed Bali's other hand—
And twisted it.
Hard.
A sickening snap echoed.
Bali screamed again, losing his mind from the pain.
But Om didn't stop.
Not this time.
He grabbed Bali by the collar—
Pulled him close—
And unleashed a storm of punches.
Relentless.
Brutal.
Each hit fueled by something deeper.
Anger.
Protection.
Love.
If it had continued for even a few more seconds—
Bali would've died right there.
But then—
A voice.
"Om… my son, no!"
It was Sharda.
Her voice broke through the storm.
And just like that—
Om stopped.
He turned.
Saw her… standing there… tears in her eyes.
For a moment… the fire inside him softened.
He stepped back.
Let Bali fall.
Then looked at Singhania again.
His voice… ice cold.
"Take him. Get him out of here. And take your men with you."
A pause.
Then—
"And listen carefully… if you're so desperate for revenge, come to me anytime. We'll settle it."
His eyes hardened.
"But if even a scratch comes to my family…"
A dangerous silence.
"I'll burn your entire bloodline to ashes."
Singhania didn't wait another second.
He lifted Bali… dragged him out.
His men followed—limping, broken, barely alive.
The moment they stepped out—
Om's body gave up.
His eyes rolled back—
And he collapsed to the ground with a heavy thud.
"OM!!"
Everyone rushed toward him.
Fear… panic… chaos.
—
Meanwhile…
Singhania's car sped through a deserted road.
Inside—
Bali slowly regained consciousness.
His body shattered.
Burning with pain.
"I won't spare that boy…"
He growled.
Rage still alive in his broken voice.
Singhania smirked slightly.
"Sir… before entering the house, we planted bombs outside. I think it's time to activate them."
His smile widened.
"No house… no family… no problem."
Bali's face twisted into a grin.
"HAHAHA… that's why I always keep a Plan B. Good thinking, Singhania. Let them all die together. This is what happens when someone messes with Bali!"
Singhania took out a remote.
Placed it carefully in Bali's broken hands.
Bali pressed the red button.
Click.
Both of them burst into laughter.
But then—
Beep… beep… beep…
They froze.
The sound…
Was coming from inside the car.
Slowly—
They turned.
Looked at the back seat.
And what they saw—
Drained the blood from their faces.
A bag.
Filled.
With ticking time bombs.
Their bombs.
Now… theirs to die with.
Panic exploded.
They tried to jump out—
But it was too late.
BOOOOOOM!!!
A massive explosion tore through the road.
The car blasted into the air—
Then crashed down in flames.
Fire swallowed everything.
Metal twisted.
Glass shattered.
And silence followed.
—
But even then—
Bali wasn't dead.
Not yet.
Half his body burned.
The rest… barely alive.
Moments away from death.
And then—
A black bike stopped near the burning wreck.
A man stepped down.
Dressed in black.
Helmet on.
Calm.
He walked toward Bali.
Removed his helmet.
A young man.
Sharp features.
Long dark hair.
Brown eyes.
Cold.
Unshaken.
Bali looked at him through fading vision.
The man said nothing.
Just pulled out a revolver.
And fired.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
Bullets tore through Bali's body.
No hesitation.
No mercy.
Once he was sure—
Bali was dead.
He took out his phone.
Made a call.
Spoke in a low, steady voice—
"Hello… Number 0 speaking. Target Bali… game over. Confirmed. 003… located."
He hung up.
Looked at the corpse one last time.
And for a brief moment—
A memory flashed.
Earlier…
From a distance… atop a tall building—
He had been watching everything.
He had seen Bali's men plant the bombs outside Om's house.
Waited.
Silent.
Patient.
Then—
The moment they went inside—
He moved.
Entered the house.
Removed every bomb.
And placed them…
In Bali's car.
Now—
It was done.
Justice.
Without noise.
Without credit.
He wore his helmet again.
Got on his bike.
And in the blink of an eye—
Vanished into the darkness.