Part 2
The private jet cut through the night sky like a predator hunting its prey. Dev sat in his seat, eyes locked on the screen in front of him, playing that same goddamn video on repeat.
Every second of it seared into his brain like a fresh wound.
Kaaya bruised, bound, helpless.
Ishaan smirking, taunting, touching her like he had any f**king right.
And the final blow the words that shattered him.
"Your heir… about to be ripped from existence."
His child.
Dev exhaled sharply, forcing himself to remain still. His fingers twitched, itching to wrap around Ishaan’s throat. To snap it in half.
The crew moved around him cautiously, sensing the storm brewing in their boss. Even Reyansh, who had seen Dev destroy men without a flicker of emotion, kept his distance.
But inside, Dev was
