Chapter 9

"Look at me, Kunal."

But Kunal didn't. He stubbornly kept looking outside the window of the study, at the well-kept garden surrounded by high walls which were made even higher by erecting blue tarpaulin on them, to curtail visibility against an off-chance attack that could be staged from one of the many skyscrapers mushrooming around them.

Lalaji pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly. Kunal had barged into his study early in the morning, and he was not ready for his temperamental arguments. Age was really catching up with him. He didn't know for how long he could keep his hot-headed grandson in control anymore.

"Beta, damage his share of the business. Tip the authorities for another raid on his club. Ruin him, for all I care. But if you harm a single hair on Samar's head, I will cut you out of the business and my will," he