30-01-2026, 08:45 PM
Chapter 14: The Son’s Secret & The Path Forward
Vikram left the hospital ground without a backward glance at Malar. Her shocked face, her heaving chest, the broken hook on her blouse—all of it lingered in his mind like smoke, but he pushed it aside. The Scorpio’s engine roared to life, and he drove away into the Trichy night, blood still drying on his shirt, knife heavy in his pocket.
He didn’t follow Aadharsh. He didn’t need to. Three years of driving Sekaran had taught him one thing above all: power came from information, not footsteps. He had connections now—drivers, auditors, informants, low-level cops on Sekaran’s payroll. People who talked when the price was right or the favor was called in.
Back at the safehouse, Vikram made quiet calls. No drama. No tailing. Just pieces falling into place.
Within two days the picture emerged.
Aadharsh—Sekaran’s only son—had always played the clean, uninterested professional. The boy who studied in Mumbai, avoided the dark business, wanted nothing to do with the mafia network. Sekaran had respected it, even encouraged it. "My son will stay clean," he’d say. "The empire ends with me. Maybe let him flourish in business and Vikram take care of my empire as long as it last."
But Aadharsh had never been uninterested. He had been patient.
The intel showed it clearly: Aadharsh had quietly tied hands with Sekaran’s biggest rival—a faction led by a ruthless politico who controlled half the mafia routes in the state.
They met in secret hotels, exchanged documents in parked cars, shared ledgers through encrypted apps. Aadharsh’s goal was simple: expand the dark network without limits. No moral policies, no boundaries, no "clean" image to maintain. Sekaran’s cautious rules—avoid certain politicians, limit violence, pay fair cuts—were holding them back. If Sekaran stepped aside or was removed, Aadharsh would take over and turn the empire into something bigger, bloodier, and richer.
Vikram sat in the back room, files spread on the cot, staring at the names, dates, photos. He felt nothing but cold clarity.
Even blood sells out blood. No one is safe.
He had seen it before—Malar choosing Vicky for money, Malavika choosing Kaushik for security. Now Aadharsh is choosing a rival for power. The pattern was the same: loyalty was a lie when ambition whispered louder.
Vikram didn’t rush to Sekaran. He waited. Watched. Confirmed again through another driver, an auditor who owed him a favor. The same story. Aadharsh was moving pieces in the shadows, waiting for the right moment.
One evening, driving Sekaran back from a meeting, Vikram spoke.
“Sir, I fear this will shake you.”
Sekaran looked at him in the rear-view mirror. “What is it?”
“I have doubt.”
Sekaran stayed calm. “I had the doubt too. Did you confirm it?”
“It’s confirmed.”
Sekaran exhaled slowly. Silence stretched between them for the next ten kilometers.
Finally, he spoke. “I’m going to my daughter’s home in the USA. I don’t want to get defeated in my son’s hand and make him worse. But he won’t look for security officer going by the way he reacts.”
He paused. “I wish you take over this business.”
Vikram kept eyes on the road. “Sorry, sir. I will go elsewhere. Staying in this field, I fear I could remove Aadharsh from the business world at the least.”
Sekaran understood the complexity. Months passed. Their rapport came to a standstill. No more long drives, no more shared cigarettes. Sekaran grew quieter. Vikram grew colder.
One afternoon Sekaran got ready to depart to USA.
On the airport..
“I’m glad I didn’t exploit you to the outside world,” Sekaran said. “Else I would have left you with big enemies. Now you have an option to at least continue a normal life.”
He handed Vikram a Visiting card “My friend who is a big politician asked for a driver. He personally asked me for a loyal person as their family has many secrets. I cannot name anyone other than you…”
Vikram nodded. “I cannot say no to anything you say. You are my mentor. Ever since I met you I never faced betrayal. I was an orchestrator—I will continue to be honest, straight, and controller.”
After he dropped him at airport..
They hugged—brief, firm, the way men do when words are no longer enough.
A call came in. it was the politician.. Vikram looked at the name. A senior politician—clean on the outside, deep in the game inside. Daughter-in-law who needed to be driven everywhere. He specifically said he wanted to come earlier but Sekaran was adamant about get drive only Vikram before he leaves to USA.
Vikram arrived at the politician’s house the next day. Sekaran’s final words echoed as he stepped out of the car.
“Your name came. Come and meet me. My daughter-in-law needs to go outside. Start from today.”
Vikram got ready. New house. New role. New control.
The path forward was clear.
But he has no real one around him.. He called this world a betrayal stage
Malar for money
Malavika for money + power
Aadharsh for Money + Power + Control
Shit.. he said to himself and a lady came down in saree. It was his first trip and he was about to take her out. Her name is Swathi daughter in law of the politician..
Vikram left the hospital ground without a backward glance at Malar. Her shocked face, her heaving chest, the broken hook on her blouse—all of it lingered in his mind like smoke, but he pushed it aside. The Scorpio’s engine roared to life, and he drove away into the Trichy night, blood still drying on his shirt, knife heavy in his pocket.
He didn’t follow Aadharsh. He didn’t need to. Three years of driving Sekaran had taught him one thing above all: power came from information, not footsteps. He had connections now—drivers, auditors, informants, low-level cops on Sekaran’s payroll. People who talked when the price was right or the favor was called in.
Back at the safehouse, Vikram made quiet calls. No drama. No tailing. Just pieces falling into place.
Within two days the picture emerged.
Aadharsh—Sekaran’s only son—had always played the clean, uninterested professional. The boy who studied in Mumbai, avoided the dark business, wanted nothing to do with the mafia network. Sekaran had respected it, even encouraged it. "My son will stay clean," he’d say. "The empire ends with me. Maybe let him flourish in business and Vikram take care of my empire as long as it last."
But Aadharsh had never been uninterested. He had been patient.
The intel showed it clearly: Aadharsh had quietly tied hands with Sekaran’s biggest rival—a faction led by a ruthless politico who controlled half the mafia routes in the state.
They met in secret hotels, exchanged documents in parked cars, shared ledgers through encrypted apps. Aadharsh’s goal was simple: expand the dark network without limits. No moral policies, no boundaries, no "clean" image to maintain. Sekaran’s cautious rules—avoid certain politicians, limit violence, pay fair cuts—were holding them back. If Sekaran stepped aside or was removed, Aadharsh would take over and turn the empire into something bigger, bloodier, and richer.
Vikram sat in the back room, files spread on the cot, staring at the names, dates, photos. He felt nothing but cold clarity.
Even blood sells out blood. No one is safe.
He had seen it before—Malar choosing Vicky for money, Malavika choosing Kaushik for security. Now Aadharsh is choosing a rival for power. The pattern was the same: loyalty was a lie when ambition whispered louder.
Vikram didn’t rush to Sekaran. He waited. Watched. Confirmed again through another driver, an auditor who owed him a favor. The same story. Aadharsh was moving pieces in the shadows, waiting for the right moment.
One evening, driving Sekaran back from a meeting, Vikram spoke.
“Sir, I fear this will shake you.”
Sekaran looked at him in the rear-view mirror. “What is it?”
“I have doubt.”
Sekaran stayed calm. “I had the doubt too. Did you confirm it?”
“It’s confirmed.”
Sekaran exhaled slowly. Silence stretched between them for the next ten kilometers.
Finally, he spoke. “I’m going to my daughter’s home in the USA. I don’t want to get defeated in my son’s hand and make him worse. But he won’t look for security officer going by the way he reacts.”
He paused. “I wish you take over this business.”
Vikram kept eyes on the road. “Sorry, sir. I will go elsewhere. Staying in this field, I fear I could remove Aadharsh from the business world at the least.”
Sekaran understood the complexity. Months passed. Their rapport came to a standstill. No more long drives, no more shared cigarettes. Sekaran grew quieter. Vikram grew colder.
One afternoon Sekaran got ready to depart to USA.
On the airport..
“I’m glad I didn’t exploit you to the outside world,” Sekaran said. “Else I would have left you with big enemies. Now you have an option to at least continue a normal life.”
He handed Vikram a Visiting card “My friend who is a big politician asked for a driver. He personally asked me for a loyal person as their family has many secrets. I cannot name anyone other than you…”
Vikram nodded. “I cannot say no to anything you say. You are my mentor. Ever since I met you I never faced betrayal. I was an orchestrator—I will continue to be honest, straight, and controller.”
After he dropped him at airport..
They hugged—brief, firm, the way men do when words are no longer enough.
A call came in. it was the politician.. Vikram looked at the name. A senior politician—clean on the outside, deep in the game inside. Daughter-in-law who needed to be driven everywhere. He specifically said he wanted to come earlier but Sekaran was adamant about get drive only Vikram before he leaves to USA.
Vikram arrived at the politician’s house the next day. Sekaran’s final words echoed as he stepped out of the car.
“Your name came. Come and meet me. My daughter-in-law needs to go outside. Start from today.”
Vikram got ready. New house. New role. New control.
The path forward was clear.
But he has no real one around him.. He called this world a betrayal stage
Malar for money
Malavika for money + power
Aadharsh for Money + Power + Control
Shit.. he said to himself and a lady came down in saree. It was his first trip and he was about to take her out. Her name is Swathi daughter in law of the politician..
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