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Omisha stood in her room, practicing her fencing with fluid, precise movements. Clad in a tight white fencing suit that highlighted her curves, the scene was a sensual display of skill and elegance. She lunged and parried with grace, lost in her own world of discipline and control.

Raj entered quietly, watching her for a moment before speaking. "Very good. One should always run alone in a race... that way you only lose to yourself."

Omisha paused, turning to face him. "Archery and fencing are as different as Armaan and you," she said, her tone playful yet guarded.

She picked up the spare fencing sword lying beside her and tossed it to Raj. He caught it gracefully, a smile playing on his lips. "You're still sore that I won yesterday," he teased.

Omisha's eyes sparkled with a competitive gleam. "No, just that I lost." She positioned herself, ready for a duel.

They circled each other, the tension palpable. Raj lunged first, but Omisha parried effortlessly, countering with a swift strike that tapped his shoulder. He stepped back, resetting his stance.

"Your hot costume is to blame if I lose today," Raj said, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Omisha smirked. "Is that a compliment or an attempt to flirt?"

"Both," Raj replied, his voice low and confident.

They engaged again, blades clashing in a rapid exchange of strikes and parries. Despite Raj's skill, Omisha's experience and agility won out, and she landed another point.

"Still lost," Omisha remarked, lowering her sword. "If Armaan even gets a whiff of your intentions... you cannot even imagine the consequences."

Raj raised an eyebrow, his smile unwavering. "Is that a threat or a challenge?"

Omisha's eyes narrowed slightly. "Both."

They went for another round. This time, Raj was more aggressive, but Omisha's defense was impenetrable. She disarmed him with a swift motion, and his sword clattered to the floor.

"If this weren't a game, I would've killed you thrice by now," Omisha said, her voice tinged with satisfaction.

Raj stepped closer, his gaze intense. "You killed me when you first laid eyes on me. Where can I find you when you're not with Armaan?"

Omisha's expression softened for a brief moment. "Gazebo apartment," she whispered.

Raj nodded, stepping back with a playful grin. "I won't turn back lest you blush, so relax."

As he turned to leave, a gust of wind from the open window caused Omisha's clothes, to fall to the floor. She let out a shriek of surprise.

Raj paused at the door, with a smile. "Relax," he repeated, before exiting the room, leaving Omisha standing there, flustered and slightly breathless.

next morning 

Sunlight streams through the tent , casting long shadows across the plush carpet. Armaan, impeccably dressed, leans back in his chair, a sly smile playing on his lips. R.D. sits opposite him, a knot of worry tightening in his stomach.

ARMAAN (Leaning forward) So, R.D., tell me about this Raj fellow. How long have you known him?

R.D. (Hesitantly) Not long, Armaan. Just a few business dealings. Why the sudden interest?

Armaan's smile falters slightly, his gaze turning sharp.

ARMAAN Let's just say his recent activities have piqued my curiosity. He's been making waves, causing trouble. Acting in a way that suggests… well, let's say motivations beyond simple business ventures.

R.D. (Feigning ignorance) Motivations? I haven't noticed anything unusual.

A heavy silence descends upon the room. Armaan's eyes bore into R.D., searching for any flicker of deceit. Just then, the door bursts open, and Raj strides in, a confident smirk on his face.

RAJ (Interrupting) Gentlemen, a pleasure. 

The air crackles with tension. Armaan's eyes narrow, his smile morphing into a dangerous frown.

ARMAAN (Scowling) Raj. What a surprise. And what brings you to my humble abode?

RAJ (Walking towards Armaan, ignoring the tension) Business, of course. A proposition so tempting, you won't be able to resist.

Armaan raises an eyebrow, intrigued despite himself. R.D. watches the exchange with a mix of apprehension and anticipation.

ARMAAN (Skeptical) And what kind of proposition might that be?

RAJ (Leaning closer) An investment opportunity. Fifteen billion. Zero risk.

Armaan throws back his head and laughs, a sharp, cynical bark. R.D. can't help but shift uncomfortably in his seat.

ARMAAN (Wiping a tear from his eye) Fifteen billion with zero risk? Raj, you either have a death wish or a truly remarkable story to tell.

RAJ (Meeting Armaan's gaze) Perhaps a bit of both. Are you interested?

Armaan's eyes glitter with a dangerous glint. The air hangs thick with suspicion and unspoken threats.

ARMAAN (Smirking) Tell me more, Raj. Tell me everything.

Raj : it will take time then i will tell you everytjing .

Dim lights cast long shadows across the plush interior of R.D.'s lounge. Raj sits opposite the older man, R.D., a tense silence hanging between them. A half-empty glass of whiskey sits untouched in R.D.'s hand.

R.D. (Hesitantly) Ranveer came to me. Said you needed my help. Said you'd know how to use it. But... why? Why are you doing all this, Raj?

RAJ (Leaning forward) You might not know the whole story, R.D. . My parents are Yashu and jayaram, the owners of Ark Enterprises.

R.D.'s eyes widen in surprise. A flicker of recognition dawns on his face.

R.D. (Murmuring) that raj? The one switched at birth with jayaram biological son? But... the news said you were exiled.

RAJ (With a heavy sigh) Yes. But they're still my family. This all started when I found out Armaan used Vikram's connection to Tripti Naidu to kill my father. The "lorry accident" was no accident by tripthi .

R.D. (Shaking his head) My God...

RAJ And then he tried to kill me too. Car bomb. Nasty business. Then, I met Ranveer. He was training me, preparing me. That's when we learned about Armaan's assassination attempt on Soniya. Ranveer faked their deaths and disappeared.

Raj takes a deep breath, his voice hardening with resolve.

RAJ (Cont.) I'm here to make sure Armaan never gets near my family or friends again.

R.D. looks down at his hands, fear flickering in his eyes.

R.D. I've built a life here, Raj. A precarious one, but mine nonetheless. I don't want to die in Armaan's games.

RAJ (Meeting his gaze) You won't be in danger, R.D. I promise. But Armaan? He won't be so lucky.

R.D. looks into Raj's eyes, a newfound determination mirroring his own. He raises his glass, a silent toast to their dangerous pact.

R.D. (With a grim smile) Then let's get this dance started, shall we?