The dimly lit warehouse was shrouded in an eerie silence. The only sound was the creaking of old wooden beams and the distant hum of the city.

Ekaksh Singh Rajawat, the formidable mafia boss, stood tall, his piercing eyes fixed on the quivering figure tied to a chair. Rohan Khanna, the traitor, begged for mercy, his eyes wide with fear.

"Please, Ekaksh, forgive me," Rohan pleaded, his voice trembling. "I didn't mean to betray you. I was desperate, and I made a mistake."

Ekaksh's expression remained impassive, his jaw clenched in anger. "You made a mistake?" he repeated, his voice low and menacing. "You embezzled funds from our organization, Rohan. You betrayed my trust."

Rohan's eyes darted to the side, where Ekaksh's loyal bodyguard, Vikram, stood silently, his arms crossed over his chest.

"I'm sorry, Ekaksh," Rohan whispered, tears streaming down his face. "I'll do anything to make it right. Just please, don't kill me."

Ekaksh's gaze never wavered from Rohan's face. "You should have thought of that before you betrayed me," he said, his voice cold and detached. "Now, you'll have to face the consequences."

With a nod, Vikram stepped forward, his massive frame looming over Rohan.

"No, please!" Rohan screamed, struggling against his restraints. "Ekaksh, mercy!"

But Ekaksh's expression remained unyielding, his eyes glinting with a fierce determination.

The darkness closed in around Rohan, and he knew he was doomed.

As the darkness closed in around Rohan, Ekaksh turned to Vikram, his expression unreadable. "It's done," he said, his voice low and detached.

Vikram nodded, his eyes scanning the area before falling back on Ekaksh. "The car is waiting, sir."

Ekaksh nodded, his gaze lingering on Rohan's crumpled form for a moment before he turned and walked away.

The black sedan gleamed in the faint light of the warehouse, its engine purring softly as Ekaksh slid into the backseat.

Vikram took the driver's seat, his eyes meeting Ekaksh's in the rearview mirror. "Penthouse, sir?"

Ekaksh nodded, his gaze drifting out the window as the city lights blurred together.

The sedan glided smoothly through the streets, finally coming to a stop in front of Ekaksh's penthouse apartment.

Ekaksh stepped out of the car, his eyes scanning the rooftop terrace before he strode towards the stairs.

The cool night air enveloped him as he reached the terrace, the city spread out before him like a glittering canvas.

Ekaksh shrugged off his jacket, his shirt following suit as he walked to the edge of the terrace.

He lit a cigarette, the flame casting a golden glow on his chiseled features as he stood there, lost in thought.

The smoke curled around him, a misty shroud that seemed to emphasize his isolation.

Ekaksh's eyes narrowed, his gaze fixed on some point in the distance as the city lights twinkled around him like stars.

He stood there, a lone figure in the darkness, his thoughts a million miles away.

The cigarette burned down to a stub, Ekaksh's eyes never leaving the horizon as the night wore on, a silent witness to his turmoil.He was unaware that soon his life is going to change.

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Somewhere in the same city ,

The courtroom was abuzz with anticipation as Kashish Kashyap, a formidable criminal lawyer, stood confidently before the judge's bench.

Judge Anil Kumar, a wise and seasoned jurist, peered over his reading glasses. "This court is now in session. Ms. Kashyap, please proceed with your final argument."

Kashish smiled, a hint of amusement dancing on her lips. "Thank you, Your Honor. The prosecution's evidence is circumstantial at best. My client, Mr. Sharma, is innocent until proven guilty."

Prosecutor Rahul Mehra, a middle-aged man with a receding hairline, sneered at Kashish. "Your Honor, the defendant's alibi is shaky at best. We have eyewitness testimony placing him at the scene of the crime."

Kashish countered, "But the eyewitness testimony is unreliable, Your Honor. The witness has a history of dishonesty."

After hearing the final arguments, Judge Kumar nodded thoughtfully. "I have heard enough. This court is adjourned for deliberation."

The courtroom erupted into a flurry of activity as the judge retired to his chambers.

Twenty minutes later, Judge Kumar returned, his expression solemn. "This court is now back in session. The verdict is as follows:

"It is the judgment of this court that the defendant, Mr. Sharma, is NOT GUILTY of the crime of murder. The prosecution has failed to provide sufficient evidence to prove the defendant's guilt beyond a reasonable doubt.

"The defendant is FREE TO GO."

The courtroom erupted into cheers and applause as Kashish smiled triumphantly, her eyes sparkling with victory.

As she walked out of the courtroom, Kashish's phone buzzed with congratulatory messages from her colleagues and friends.

Kashish's gaze fell upon a message from an unknown number: "You're a brilliant lawyer, Kashish. But be careful. You're playing with fire."

A shiver ran down Kashish's spine as she wondered who could have sent such a cryptic message.

As Kashish stood at the window, her gaze drifted back to the message on her phone: "You're playing with fire, Kashish. Be careful."

Her eyes narrowed, her mind racing with possibilities. Who could have sent this message? And what did they mean by "playing with fire"?

Kashish's instincts told her to be cautious. She had just won a high-profile case, and there were many people who might be unhappy with the outcome.

She took a deep breath, her eyes scanning the room as if searching for answers. Kashish knew that she couldn't let this message intimidate her. She had to be strong, for herself and for her clients.

With a newfound sense of determination, Kashish walked over to her desk and sat down. She began to type out a response to the unknown sender: "I'm not afraid of threats. Bring it on."

As she hit send, Kashish felt a surge of adrenaline. She knew that she was taking a risk, but she was ready for whatever came next.

Little did she know, her life was about to take a dramatic turn. The message was just the beginning, a warning sign of the dangers that lay ahead.

As Kashish sat at her desk, her eyes fixed on the phone, she couldn't shake off the feeling that she was being watched. The shadows in the room seemed to grow longer, the silence more oppressive, unaware that soon she is going to trap in darkness lurking around her .