Moonlight spilled across the vast gardens of the mansion, casting long shadows from the old trees. Kamal sat comfortably in a wooden chair, the fragrance of freshly brewed tea mingling with the cool air.
A faint sound of approaching footsteps broke the stillness. A bodyguard stepped forward, bowing slightly.
"Sir, one of your guests has arrived."
Kamal nodded, taking a slow sip of his tea. "Bring him here."
Moments later, an elderly man, around eighty-six years old, appeared. His long white beard and hair gleamed under the garden lights, and his sharp eyes held the wisdom of years past.
Kamal leaned back, a small smile playing on his lips. "Sit in front of me, Mr. S. Rajesh. Join me for some tea."
The old man chuckled, settling into the chair opposite him. "For you, just call me Rajesh."
Kamal shook his head. "No, no. You are my elder. I must show you respect."
Rajesh smiled, his weathered hands reaching for the teacup. "Ah, it's your big heart speaking." He took a sip, savoring the warmth. "Well, as you asked, I've found out who sent those group of gang members to your property."
Kamal's smile deepened, his gaze sharpening. "Oh? That was quick."
Rajesh chuckled again, his voice rich with amusement. "Why wouldn't I be fast? After all, I'm getting paid handsomely for this."
Here the laughter of Kamal and Rajesh echoed through the moonlit garden, their voices blending with the gentle rustle of leaves.
"That's right!" Kamal chuckled, shaking his head at Rajesh's jest. The two old acquaintances shared a moment of mirth, the weight of business momentarily forgotten.
Just then, footsteps approached from behind. A young man, no older than his early twenties, stepped forward and placed a stack of papers on the table between them.
"Uncle, you forgot your papers," the young man said respectfully.
Kamal glanced at him, then turned to Rajesh with curiosity. "And who is this young fellow?"
Rajesh smirked, adjusting his glasses. "He's a distant relative of mine. His name is Pinku."
Pinku bent down slightly, attempting to touch Kamal's feet in respect. But Kamal smile held up a hand, stopping him. "No need for that, son. Just do good in life.
Pinku nodded with a small smile before stepping back. Meanwhile, Rajesh picked up the papers from table and handed them to Kamal. His eyes gleamed with excitement.
"Kamal, I have something big for you." His voice dropped slightly. I get information and few words, i also listen that the cursed coin was found in your house, and more importantly, you're the one who has it. Rumors have spread all over the surrounding area." Kamal simply smiled and said, "I knew this would happen."
Rajesh studied Kamal's face for a moment before speaking again, his voice dropping to a near whisper and continue other topic.
"Just as you suspected, the gang that came after you—they were sent by a man named Nico. He used to live in Italy but is now working for someone far more intelligent person."
Kamal's eyes surrounding. "i know that name but please continue?"
Rajesh hesitated for just a second before answering. "Miss Navya."
Kamal sighed, rubbing his temples as he leaned back in his chair. "That woman is becoming a real problem for me," he muttered, frustration lacing his voice. "She doesn't realize that if she keeps up with this reckless behavior, she'll invite trouble far worse than she can handle."
Rajesh, unfazed, took a slow sip of his tea. "So, you had the cursed coin in your possession, didn't you?"
Kamal's gaze sharpened, but he kept his voice measured. "I don't have it anymore." He paused, watching Rajesh over the rim of his teacup. "Yes, I got my hands on it… but the person who gave it to me took it back."
Rajesh raised a bushy eyebrow. "And you never asked where he got it from? Or when? And where are they now ."
Kamal hesitated for the briefest moment before lying smoothly. "He claimed to have bought it from an antique shop. They want some help from me that's why I send my brother beni with them."
Rajesh let out a small chuckle, shaking his head. "Alright, alright. But tell me one thing—who else knows about the coin?"
Kamal's expression darkened. "Only my family members… and a few trusted servants."
A flicker of something unreadable passed through Rajesh's eyes. He set his teacup down, the porcelain clinking against the saucer. "I have a thought, Kamal."
Kamal, sensing the weight in his tone, picked up the teapot and refilled Rajesh's cup. "Go on. I'm listening."
Rajesh leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "I think someone from inside your house leaked the information."
Kamal leaned back, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his face. "I already know someone in my house leaked the information," he said, his voice carrying a quiet confidence. "I just don't know who did it. Yet." His fingers tapped lightly against the armrest of his chair. "But don't worry… the culprit will capture and given proper punishment soon enough."
Rajesh, watching Kamal's calm demeanor, nodded in understanding. Just then, his phone buzzed. A message notification lit up the screen. Curious, he checked it—and his eyes widened in pleasant surprise. A large deposit had just been made to his account.
A grin spread across Rajesh's face. "Well, well… thank you, Kamal."
Kamal chuckled, taking another sip of tea. "That's just a small price for your hard work and you always fellowed me and for bringing me valuable information." He paused, letting the moment linger before adding, "But I have another surprise for you—an extra one lakh rupees."
Rajesh's face lit up even more, clearly pleased. "You always know how to reward loyalty," he said with admiration. Again both
Laugh.
Meanwhile, Pinku, who had been standing silently, observed the exchange with keen interest. His eyes flickered toward Rajesh's phone screen, where the confirmation message of the deposit was still visible. Money… and trust.
A thought began to form in Pinku's mind. If I can find out who leaked the information about the cursed coin, I won't just get rewarded—I'll earn Kamal's trust.
Pinku took a small step forward, his voice steady but eager. "Sir, please give me a chance to find the culprit."
Kamal and Rajesh exchanged glances, a flicker of intrigue passing between them. Kamal's smile widened, his eyes sharpening with interest. "Oh? You're volunteering for this task?"
Rajesh leaned back, studying Pinku with a raised eyebrow. "Interesting… and quite ambitious."
Pinku nodded, his determination unwavering. "I want to prove myself. If someone in the house leaked the information about the cursed coin, then they are a danger to you, sir. Let me find out who it is."
Kamal chuckled, clearly enjoying this unexpected development. "Why not?" He gestured toward Rajesh. "What do you think?"
Rajesh smiled approvingly. "I'm happy to see this fire in you, Pinku. After all, once I retire, you'll have to step up and handle things."
Pinku's chest swelled with pride. "I won't disappoint you."
Kamal leaned forward slightly, his tone turning serious. "Very well. But be careful.
Pinku swallowed but nodded. "I understand. I'll be careful."
Suddenly the he sharp crack of a gunshot split the air.
Pinku's eyes widened in shock before he collapsed to the ground, blood pooling beneath his head. For a brief moment, silence hung heavy in the garden, as if the world itself had frozen in disbelief.
Rajesh gasped, his breath hitching as he dropped to his knees beside Pinku, hands trembling. His face twisted in rage and sorrow, his voice breaking as he roared, "Who did this?! You bastard—show yourself!"
Kamal, still seated, barely moved. His fingers tightened around his teacup, the only sign of his fury. But his sharp eyes lifted beyond Rajesh, scanning the shadows. A slow, measured breath left his lips as he set the cup down with deliberate calm.
Rajesh turned, his gaze following Kamal's.
From the darkness beyond the mansion's garden, the flickering glow of torches and headlights illuminated a group of armed men advancing. Their leader—a handsome man with a sharp look with expensive clothes and watch —strode to the front, his heavy boots crunching on the gravel. His men, all carrying firearms, spread out behind him like wolves circling their prey.
A tense silence settled over the garden.
Kamal leaned back in his chair, his fingers lightly tapping against the armrest. His eyes narrowed as he studied the gang leader before him. "Oh, what a day," he muttered with a wry smile. "Deva, you've traveled all the way from Singapore to see me... and yet, instead of a friendly visit, you decide to kill an innocent boy right in front of me. Was that really necessary?" You are the head of one of four families.
Deva, the towering gang leader, smirked .His presence was suffocating, his confidence unshaken. "I don't like crowds while talking ," he said with a nonchalant shrug.
Rajesh swallowed hard, his throat dry as dust. His hands trembled slightly, and his voice barely came out. "P-please, deva sit… here in my seat " Okay he casually settled into the chair across from Kamal. he gestured weakly, unable to meet Deva's piercing gaze.
Deva chuckled, amused by the old man's fear. "Oh, Kaka Rajesh, you're here. And this boy came with you?"
Rajesh, though clearly nervous, stood a little straighter. "Yes, his name pinku. He's is only one trying to do something more in his life."
Deva gave a short, serious. "Oh, my apologies then," here rajesh said oh no sir I think this boy don't have longer life. Deva look at angry reaction, suddenly he smiled crazy said As i remember or have you forgotten your crime? You were hired to take someone's life, and you burned the whole bus, ensuring that one particular person would die in the flames. But in that horrific act, other innocent people also perished because of you. Here you and i same, deva aura spread in surrounding area.
Rajesh not able to say a single word and he seen directly in deva's eyes.
Deva's leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, his sharp eyes locking onto Kamal. "Now, let's get to the point." His voice was dangerously smooth. "I hear you have the cursed coin."
Kamal exhaled slowly, his face unreadable. "I don't know where you listen that but It's just a rumor."
Deva's smirk twitched slightly, his patience wearing thin. His fingers drummed against the table. "You can see, I really respect you. You remind me of my grandfather and i always called you grandfather Kamal as like your grand children said . And when I get information ... tilting his head slightly, "…I act on it immediately. That's why the moment I heard about the coin, I got on the next flight and came straight to you. So let's not waste each other's time."
His voice dipped into something darker, more dangerous. "Place the coin in front of me, now."
Kamal smiled, shaking his head. "Ah, Deva, if only you had arrived sooner. You see, I did have the coin… but it was never mine to keep. The one who gave it to me has already taken it back. I no longer have it."
Deva's smile vanished. His jaw tightened for a split second before he leaned back, exhaling through his nose. "That's disappointing," he said softly. "Sad, even. You're making me feel useless, Grandfather Kamal. Like I wasted my time." His fingers gripped the edge of the table. "And you know how much I hate wasting time."
Before Kamal could respond, a figure stepped forward from among Deva's gunmen.
A Girl
Her sleek black boots crunched against the gravel as she approached Rajesh, her hips swaying with confidence. She stopped beside him, placing a gloved hand on his shoulder.
"Relax, Uncle,"she said my name is Olivia and she purred touched rajesh back , leaning in close. A wicked smirk played on her lips. "It looks like you've pissed your pants. How embarrassing."
Rajesh think in his mind when he is standing beside Kamal, he felt the heavy weight of Deva's presence and a suffocating wave of fear. He fought to maintain control, but his body betrayed him. Now wetness spread in pants. He try to control himself but useless.
Kamal exhaled slowly, his face calm yet unreadable. He turned toward one of his servants and gestured toward Rajesh. "Take my guest to a room. Give him some fresh clothes."
Rajesh, still shaken, didn't protest. The servant quickly escorted him away.
Deva tilted his head, studying Kamal with amusement. "So, that's how it is?" he mused. "You won't say anything, nor will you give me what I want."
Kamal remained silent, the unspoken tension between them thick in the air, their wills clashing like aura energy.
Deva let out a small chuckle, shaking his head. "I understand," he said, a hint of something unreadable in his eyes. "Fine, Grandfather Kamal. I'll see you around."
With that, he turned and left the mansion with his Gang people's.
The air crackled with tension as Deva walked silently down the road with his Gang members, his expensive shoes barely disturbing the gravel. Behind him, his gun's men followed in tight formation, their black cars idling along the roadside.
One of his gang members stepped forward cautiously. "Boss… the old man didn't give us any information about the cursed coin."
Deva exhaled through his nose, running a hand through his slicked-back hair. "Yeah. I noticed." He let out a quiet chuckle, his voice laced with amusement. "Grandfather Kamal is a stubborn man. Too confident. That means he's hiding something."
He casually hopped onto the hood of his car, reclining against the windshield as if they weren't discussing anything important. Then, slowly he lifted a hand. "Olivia, come here."
A girl stepped forward, her movements fluid and precise. Olivia's lips curled into a smile as she approached Deva. "Yes, boss?"
Deva smirked. "Show us what is hidden."
Olivia's smile widened. She turned toward a young gang member—a recruit barely in his twenties—and beckoned him closer. The boy hesitated but obeyed.
Olivia reached into her pocket, pulling out a small silver strand—a single hair. "This," she said, holding it up, "is from Rajesh."
The gang members murmured among themselves. One of them whispered, "When did she get that?"
Another chuckled. "She must've taken it when she touched his shoulder back there."
Olivia ignored them, pressing Rajesh's single hair strand against the young gang member's lips. The moment it touched his skin—her skill, Duplicate, activating—a sudden magical circle shimmered into existence around him. His body shuddered violently. His flesh rippled like disturbed water, and a disturbing change washed over his face and age, his features twisting .
Within seconds, Rajesh stood before them. His white beard, wrinkled skin, even the nervous twitch in his fingers—a perfect duplicate. She had said, "I can create an exact copy of any person, with their memories by using my skill."
As Olivia stepped back, crossing her arms. "Well then… Rajesh," she said mockingly, "tell us, where does Kamal keep the cursed coin?"
The duplicate Rajesh blinked, his face wrinkling in thought. Then, he spoke in Rajesh's voice. "Kamal said he doesn't have the coin."
Olivia's smirk faltered, her fingers twitching at her side. "Nothing else?"
The duplicate hesitated before nodding. "Kamal sent a boy with his brother, Beni. He said that boy got the coin from an antique shop. That's all I know."
Olivia turned to Deva, who listened with a thoughtful expression.
Deva sighed, shaking his head with a smirk. "As expected. Grandfather Kamal wouldn't be so careless. But… I know where his brother went. We'll get him easily.
Okay, I know what to do now."
Olivia nodded. "Shall I release the transformation?"
Deva waved a hand. "Goahead."