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Chapter 56 – Vikram and Sekaran's Ride
The Thar jeep's engine growled low behind him, a predator keeping pace.
Vikram kept his eyes on the road, hands steady on the wheel, but every few seconds his gaze flicked to the rear-view mirror. The black jeep was there — not too close, not too far — tailing with deliberate patience. He had noticed it the moment he left the beach house. Same model, same tinted windows. Bharath's Jeep.
He accelerated slightly. Made a short cut into a 4-way road. The Thar couldn't slow in time. It cruised past, then vanished around the bend.
Which made Bharath's trailing stop.
He's following me. Why?
For now Vikram couldn't trust anyone and Bharath is most dangerous — he is not in their side and not in Aadharsh but maybe?
Why I need to risk, Vikram said to himself and glad he was put off the trail by Vikram smartly. He quickly texted Krish about the matter.
Krish texted back: I will take care.
The secret spot was twenty minutes away — an old, disused petrol pump on the highway, long abandoned, perfect for discreet pickups. Vikram had no idea who would be waiting: Sekaran alone, Krish with him, or worse — Aadharsh's men already there. All he knew was Sekaran's last words from yesterday:
Take me to my empire, you drive me Vikram.
Sekaran's voice echoed in his head.
He gripped the wheel tighter.
The petrol pump appeared on the left — rusted sign, cracked concrete, weeds pushing through the cracks. Vikram slowed, pulled in. Vikram exhaled.
He stepped out, scanned the area. A single black SUV was parked in the shadow of the old canopy. Krish stood beside it, arms crossed, face grim.
No Sekaran.
Krish walked over. “He's inside. He wanted you to drive… I will take your car.” Krish said and they exchanged the car key.
Vikram nodded. He entered the driving seat, and surprised to see Sekaran on passenger seat.
Sekaran: “What are you looking at?”
Vikram: “Sir you always take back seat right?”
Sekaran: “Today I want to take this seat. Whenever Aadharsh drives I will sit near him in the passenger seat. i don't consider him as a son anymore.
It's been years only you can replace him. Please allow me.”
Vikram didn't say anything, he was emotional, he started the engine.
Sekaran called Krish. “You go before us, we will be coming back 10 mins later if you see anything suspicious inform us.”
Krish signalled with thumbs up and he started Vikram’s car.
10 mins later, the car started.
Sekaran felt very relaxed. “I feel like I'm breathing again.
The air freshness, the confidence in me and you are driving me somewhere I feel fresh Vikram.”
Vikram smiled. “The king is back,” he said.
They laughed. Sekaran said he just missed old days.
He had an emotional and playful conversation with him.
20 minutes into drive, Sekaran felt something odd with Vikram.
“Dei Vikram, what happened to you? See I'm here very much strong about starting fresh what is with your face bothering you?”
“Do you think I will drag you back into this world?”
“No way Vikram. It's just my wish to sit like this before I'm going to reclaim my throne.”
Back in those days Vikram always shared his fear and truth to Sekaran.
He was confused about latest happenings, especially about Mirnaa, Bharath, his dreams, his fear.
Sekaran asked himself, “Did something bother you?”
Vikram began: “I have plenty don't know where to start.”
Sekaran said: “Start somewhere.”
“Personal… After marriage, I revenged Malavika and Malar.”
Sekaran: “Dei Vikram what is this!” Then he smirked. “Dei badava, you started taking control huh… good good. Are they causing trouble?”
Vikram: “No, thing is I hid it from Mirnaa, I fear if she would find out.”
Sekaran: “Which husband will tell his affair outside man, especially to his wife? Is that your doubt?”
Vikram: “No, I mean to say she doesn't know anything about the kind of work I did with you. She still thinks…”
Sekaran: “I know about this already right.”
Sekaran: “I thought you will be asking something important? But you are letting me know the same old status. Vikram just make one thing clear, if you both are truly in love trust her she will accept you no matter how grey are you. If this hurts, if you feel like cheating her just open it out to her one day. If you think this is not time then wait. No issues.”
Vikram knows this could be the answer and he got it the right thing.
Sekaran then said: “I'm feeling very relieved advising you guiding you my old energy is getting back.” He laughed.
“Before you jump to second question I have a gift for you.”
Vikram frowned. “Gift?”
Sekaran reached under the seat, pulled out a small black USB drive. “Everything. My secret formula. My network keys. Names. Accounts. Everything I never gave Krish. You built it. You keep it. Hide it. Use it only if I fail.”
Vikram took it. “You won't fail.”
“Okay now what's the second question that bothers you.”
Vikram kept the pendrive in his pocket.
Said: “This for my friend. His wife seem to like a third person, actually she wished to marry a person like the third person but she ends up marrying my friend. The third person seems to have lust towards her. She also display a secret affection or crush sort of behavior. He asked me.”
“The one idea you asked me to apply in business I said him in personal. Allow them, take control, manipulate.”
Sekaran laughed: “You said this to him?”
That instance Sekaran felt when did Vikram had friends is he speaking about him and his wife?
Before he could correct him, he sensed something off suddenly, he looked at mirror.
Looking at Sekaran's face, Vikram too saw it in the mirror: a large white truck accelerating behind them. No markings. No plates.
The understood - Hit-and-run setup.
Vikram floored the accelerator. The car lurched forward. The truck gained.
Sekaran clutched the door. “Aadharsh. He wants me gone before I restart.”
Vikram swerved — the truck rammed the rear bumper. Metal screamed. The car fishtailed.
Sekaran shouted: “Get out! I’ll hold him!”
Vikram: “No!”
The truck rammed again — harder. The car spun, tires screeching, sliding toward the guardrail.
Sekaran grabbed the wheel, yanked it hard — forcing the car to veer left, away from the rail. The truck clipped the side, glass shattering.
Sekaran screamed: “Jump!”
Vikram kicked the door open. Sekaran shoved him — hard — out of the car as it rolled.
Vikram hit the gravel, rolling, pain exploding in his ribs and shoulder.
Behind him, the truck slammed the car one last time. It flipped, landed on its roof.
Fire bloomed.
Sekaran was still inside.
Vikram tried to stand — legs buckled. Blood in his mouth. Ribs cracked. Vision blurring.
The truck reversed, ready for the kill shot.
Then — a roar.
Then — a roar.
The car came flying from the side road, rammed the truck's side. Metal crumpled. The truck spun off the road, crashed into the ditch.
Krish jumped out, gun drawn, fired two shots into the truck's cabin. The driver slumped.
Krish ran to Vikram.
Vikram tried to speak — “Sekaran…”
Krish knelt, checked his pulse. “He's gone. The car exploded. He didn't make it.”
Vikram's vision swam. “He pushed me… he saved me.”
Krish looked at the burning wreck. Then back at Vikram.
He lifted Vikram, carried him to the Thar.
As they drove away, Vikram whispered, “Why? How?”
“Did you catch Bharath? He followed me.”
Krish: “The one who followed you is not Bharath, his friend Rishi.”
“My men blocked the Thar jeep and took him. He had been spying your moves for a long time, you should speak with Bharath about it.”
“However, Bharath had come there fought with my men and took Rishi back.”
“It looks like I have complicated even more.
I worry if Bharath would even consider given I have offended him by touching his friend.”
Vikram asked: “Then who the fuck…”
Krish said: “Aadharsh... I got intel last minute worried and came back.”
But in the rear-view mirror, the flames reflected in his eyes.
And Vikram knew:
Sekaran had died saving him.
His mind reeled one thing. His journey with Sekaran, his travel with him. Tears rolled down.
The Thar jeep's engine growled low behind him, a predator keeping pace.
Vikram kept his eyes on the road, hands steady on the wheel, but every few seconds his gaze flicked to the rear-view mirror. The black jeep was there — not too close, not too far — tailing with deliberate patience. He had noticed it the moment he left the beach house. Same model, same tinted windows. Bharath's Jeep.
He accelerated slightly. Made a short cut into a 4-way road. The Thar couldn't slow in time. It cruised past, then vanished around the bend.
Which made Bharath's trailing stop.
He's following me. Why?
For now Vikram couldn't trust anyone and Bharath is most dangerous — he is not in their side and not in Aadharsh but maybe?
Why I need to risk, Vikram said to himself and glad he was put off the trail by Vikram smartly. He quickly texted Krish about the matter.
Krish texted back: I will take care.
The secret spot was twenty minutes away — an old, disused petrol pump on the highway, long abandoned, perfect for discreet pickups. Vikram had no idea who would be waiting: Sekaran alone, Krish with him, or worse — Aadharsh's men already there. All he knew was Sekaran's last words from yesterday:
Take me to my empire, you drive me Vikram.
Sekaran's voice echoed in his head.
He gripped the wheel tighter.
The petrol pump appeared on the left — rusted sign, cracked concrete, weeds pushing through the cracks. Vikram slowed, pulled in. Vikram exhaled.
He stepped out, scanned the area. A single black SUV was parked in the shadow of the old canopy. Krish stood beside it, arms crossed, face grim.
No Sekaran.
Krish walked over. “He's inside. He wanted you to drive… I will take your car.” Krish said and they exchanged the car key.
Vikram nodded. He entered the driving seat, and surprised to see Sekaran on passenger seat.
Sekaran: “What are you looking at?”
Vikram: “Sir you always take back seat right?”
Sekaran: “Today I want to take this seat. Whenever Aadharsh drives I will sit near him in the passenger seat. i don't consider him as a son anymore.
It's been years only you can replace him. Please allow me.”
Vikram didn't say anything, he was emotional, he started the engine.
Sekaran called Krish. “You go before us, we will be coming back 10 mins later if you see anything suspicious inform us.”
Krish signalled with thumbs up and he started Vikram’s car.
10 mins later, the car started.
Sekaran felt very relaxed. “I feel like I'm breathing again.
The air freshness, the confidence in me and you are driving me somewhere I feel fresh Vikram.”
Vikram smiled. “The king is back,” he said.
They laughed. Sekaran said he just missed old days.
He had an emotional and playful conversation with him.
20 minutes into drive, Sekaran felt something odd with Vikram.
“Dei Vikram, what happened to you? See I'm here very much strong about starting fresh what is with your face bothering you?”
“Do you think I will drag you back into this world?”
“No way Vikram. It's just my wish to sit like this before I'm going to reclaim my throne.”
Back in those days Vikram always shared his fear and truth to Sekaran.
He was confused about latest happenings, especially about Mirnaa, Bharath, his dreams, his fear.
Sekaran asked himself, “Did something bother you?”
Vikram began: “I have plenty don't know where to start.”
Sekaran said: “Start somewhere.”
“Personal… After marriage, I revenged Malavika and Malar.”
Sekaran: “Dei Vikram what is this!” Then he smirked. “Dei badava, you started taking control huh… good good. Are they causing trouble?”
Vikram: “No, thing is I hid it from Mirnaa, I fear if she would find out.”
Sekaran: “Which husband will tell his affair outside man, especially to his wife? Is that your doubt?”
Vikram: “No, I mean to say she doesn't know anything about the kind of work I did with you. She still thinks…”
Sekaran: “I know about this already right.”
Sekaran: “I thought you will be asking something important? But you are letting me know the same old status. Vikram just make one thing clear, if you both are truly in love trust her she will accept you no matter how grey are you. If this hurts, if you feel like cheating her just open it out to her one day. If you think this is not time then wait. No issues.”
Vikram knows this could be the answer and he got it the right thing.
Sekaran then said: “I'm feeling very relieved advising you guiding you my old energy is getting back.” He laughed.
“Before you jump to second question I have a gift for you.”
Vikram frowned. “Gift?”
Sekaran reached under the seat, pulled out a small black USB drive. “Everything. My secret formula. My network keys. Names. Accounts. Everything I never gave Krish. You built it. You keep it. Hide it. Use it only if I fail.”
Vikram took it. “You won't fail.”
“Okay now what's the second question that bothers you.”
Vikram kept the pendrive in his pocket.
Said: “This for my friend. His wife seem to like a third person, actually she wished to marry a person like the third person but she ends up marrying my friend. The third person seems to have lust towards her. She also display a secret affection or crush sort of behavior. He asked me.”
“The one idea you asked me to apply in business I said him in personal. Allow them, take control, manipulate.”
Sekaran laughed: “You said this to him?”
That instance Sekaran felt when did Vikram had friends is he speaking about him and his wife?
Before he could correct him, he sensed something off suddenly, he looked at mirror.
Looking at Sekaran's face, Vikram too saw it in the mirror: a large white truck accelerating behind them. No markings. No plates.
The understood - Hit-and-run setup.
Vikram floored the accelerator. The car lurched forward. The truck gained.
Sekaran clutched the door. “Aadharsh. He wants me gone before I restart.”
Vikram swerved — the truck rammed the rear bumper. Metal screamed. The car fishtailed.
Sekaran shouted: “Get out! I’ll hold him!”
Vikram: “No!”
The truck rammed again — harder. The car spun, tires screeching, sliding toward the guardrail.
Sekaran grabbed the wheel, yanked it hard — forcing the car to veer left, away from the rail. The truck clipped the side, glass shattering.
Sekaran screamed: “Jump!”
Vikram kicked the door open. Sekaran shoved him — hard — out of the car as it rolled.
Vikram hit the gravel, rolling, pain exploding in his ribs and shoulder.
Behind him, the truck slammed the car one last time. It flipped, landed on its roof.
Fire bloomed.
Sekaran was still inside.
Vikram tried to stand — legs buckled. Blood in his mouth. Ribs cracked. Vision blurring.
The truck reversed, ready for the kill shot.
Then — a roar.
Then — a roar.
The car came flying from the side road, rammed the truck's side. Metal crumpled. The truck spun off the road, crashed into the ditch.
Krish jumped out, gun drawn, fired two shots into the truck's cabin. The driver slumped.
Krish ran to Vikram.
Vikram tried to speak — “Sekaran…”
Krish knelt, checked his pulse. “He's gone. The car exploded. He didn't make it.”
Vikram's vision swam. “He pushed me… he saved me.”
Krish looked at the burning wreck. Then back at Vikram.
He lifted Vikram, carried him to the Thar.
As they drove away, Vikram whispered, “Why? How?”
“Did you catch Bharath? He followed me.”
Krish: “The one who followed you is not Bharath, his friend Rishi.”
“My men blocked the Thar jeep and took him. He had been spying your moves for a long time, you should speak with Bharath about it.”
“However, Bharath had come there fought with my men and took Rishi back.”
“It looks like I have complicated even more.
I worry if Bharath would even consider given I have offended him by touching his friend.”
Vikram asked: “Then who the fuck…”
Krish said: “Aadharsh... I got intel last minute worried and came back.”
But in the rear-view mirror, the flames reflected in his eyes.
And Vikram knew:
Sekaran had died saving him.
His mind reeled one thing. His journey with Sekaran, his travel with him. Tears rolled down.
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