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Chapter 79 – Bharath's Realisation
Same day, Evening 6:45 PM
Aadharsh stood in the dimly lit security room of his main warehouse, arms crossed, jaw tight, staring at the grainy black-and-white feed looping on the old monitor.
The footage was poor — cameras from five years ago, barely 720p, no night vision, shadows swallowing half the frame. But it was enough to see what mattered.
There — top shelf, right corner. A carton of premium electronics — one of the high-value consignments — suddenly wobbles. Something small and dark drops from above, lands inside the open box. The carton tips slightly, then settles. No one visible in frame except Aadharsh himself (eating cake earlier) and Bharath (standing nearby, warning him not to leave food around).
No clear culprit. No smoking gun.
Aadharsh couldn’t believe he himself had done the damage. He could excuse himself — a careless moment, a dropped cake — but the client wouldn’t. The second-largest remaining from Sekaran Anna’s old network had withdrawn the order that morning after few days of the discovery. A curt message:
Goods are damaged, long run i dont see you guys are Trustable, i continued partnership just because you are Sekaran's Son, From next time Moving to Krish group.
Aadharsh’s fist clenched. The client had been furious — not just at the damage, but at the insult. One spoiled shipment and they were gone.
He turned to his head of security.
“Call Bharath. Now.”
Bharath got the call while driving Mirnaa home from the hospital.
He pulled over smoothly near the gate, engine idling.
“I have to go back to work,” he told her — voice calm, casual.
Mirnaa nodded — still quiet, still processing the morning, the lunch surprise, the hand-hold, the “as much as I love you” that echoed in her head.
Bharath watched her walk inside — saree swaying, hips soft under the fabric — then turned the Thar around and headed back.
He knew Aadharsh had smelled something.
But he was sure — Aadharsh didn’t know the depth of their plans. Not yet. If he did, he would have sent his men already.
The warehouse security room smelled of stale coffee and cigarette smoke. Aadharsh stood by the monitor, replaying the clip again.
Bharath entered — casual, unhurried.
Aadharsh didn’t waste time.
“What should we do? Krish is growing. He took our client. I want to do something on them — an attack. That they fear and they should not get in our way!”
Bharath leaned against the wall — arms folded.
“I can help in business. But personal attacks… I’m not in.”
Aadharsh’s eyes narrowed. He wanted to pinch on the wound.
“I know you’re staying with Vikram these days. In their house. I’m not sure what you’re up to. You are at my enemy’s place!!”
Bharath met his gaze — steady.
“It’s my personal. You can worry if any of my actions cause damage to your business?”
Aadharsh could not deny it. Bharath had been clean so far — consignments moved, no leaks, no direct hits on Aadharsh’s core. The damaged shipment looked like bad luck — rats, poor storage. Nothing traceable.
Aadharsh exhaled — frustrated.
Then his phone buzzed. Latest intel from his mole.
He read it. A slow, dangerous smile spread.
“Vikram and Krish are going to Noida. Not Dubai — they pushed Dubai program 3 days later. The client whose consignment got damaged — they’re meeting him there. Signing on the second day. Staying until their flight on the third.”
He looked at Bharath.
“They are heading to Noida and not Dubai next week. Did you know that?”
Bharath was genuinely surprised. He doesn't know what he know was Vikram telling him that — he is going to Dubai.
He said No, he just said he is going to Dubai?!
Aadharsh read his eyes — it didn’t tell lies. He relaxed a bit. Bharath is still and always my man, he thought.
He said, “Look, your friend hid something from you. That’s all the friendship is about.”
“Okay, they are just friends for you — not me. I will teach them a lesson here in Noida. How dare they try to put a hand on my clients.”
He turned fully to Bharath.
“Don’t let them know about this.”
Bharath nodded — face neutral.
Aadharsh played a voice note — to Bharath.
It was a recorded voice — of someone inside the team Of Krish and Vikram.
The voice played:
Shadow voice managed to get Bharath’s help in consignment. But he is Aadharsh’s man. We cannot stay trusted on him.
Other person said: Dont worry, He is Vikram’s friend, for now he is helping in small packages. But what i hear is like this is what Vikram said to Krish that he will drop Bharath’s help after Dubai meet. So we need not worry.
Aadharsh said: “Krish’s team thinks you are their man… even though you are mine. You need to stop helping them. Anyway, practically your help is never needed when they catch this client and Dubai meet goes one after one. Only way to stop all these is blocking them, at-least one of it”
“I don’t know why you helped them. You said like feeding small fish and bite them when they grew. The strategy didn’t work here, Bharath.”
“You didn’t want me to attack them and only in business, because you care for friendship. But look at Vikram — his men are saying he will cut you after the Dubai meet.”
“Even if I’m not your friend, I try to be loyal.”
Bharath’s mind started observing it. All his doubts were true. Vikram was never interested in sharing Mirnaa. He wanted to divert him with Mirnaa and kept him in controll all the way by just using Mirna's innocence and gave her to him again in harmless way.. All he did is to get him inside for double-agent work. Once he gets Dubai business — yes, as Aadharsh said — my role is not necessary.
He would easily pull back Mirnaa. If I let truth out — Aadharsh will punish me. Other side — Vikram will get stronger. Aadharsh or Bharath threat won’t be a matter after that. In both cases he will lose Mirnaa.
How did I unsee this?
Bharath was furious at himself for being dumb.
He decided to play along. He cannot offend anyone at this point.
He turned and said: “Just scare them. Don’t go too much — block the deal. Even if he goes to Dubai client and business, the consignment fort is mine…”
Aadharsh jumped. “That’s the spirit! This is enough. I won’t involve you, Bharath. I will hunt myself. I will go to Noida. The first day — let them stay and relax. Second day — let them sign preliminary things. Third day for main partnership — even before they depart for Dubai, I will make sure they never did.”
“What you say?”
Bharath: “Perfect. Go ahead.”
Inside — a spark.
This was perfect.
A perfect opportunity.
He decided to play a game —
No by hiding Aadharsh move
But by sharing it to Vikram
If he hides this — Aadharsh will win. He still won’t get Mirnaa — she will worry for Vikram and when truth comes she will permanently avoid him.
But if he exposes Aadharsh's Plan?!!!!…
Bharath’s mind reeled with multiple schemes.
And Bharath was trying to decide which one to push first.
Same day, Evening 6:45 PM
Aadharsh stood in the dimly lit security room of his main warehouse, arms crossed, jaw tight, staring at the grainy black-and-white feed looping on the old monitor.
The footage was poor — cameras from five years ago, barely 720p, no night vision, shadows swallowing half the frame. But it was enough to see what mattered.
There — top shelf, right corner. A carton of premium electronics — one of the high-value consignments — suddenly wobbles. Something small and dark drops from above, lands inside the open box. The carton tips slightly, then settles. No one visible in frame except Aadharsh himself (eating cake earlier) and Bharath (standing nearby, warning him not to leave food around).
No clear culprit. No smoking gun.
Aadharsh couldn’t believe he himself had done the damage. He could excuse himself — a careless moment, a dropped cake — but the client wouldn’t. The second-largest remaining from Sekaran Anna’s old network had withdrawn the order that morning after few days of the discovery. A curt message:
Goods are damaged, long run i dont see you guys are Trustable, i continued partnership just because you are Sekaran's Son, From next time Moving to Krish group.
Aadharsh’s fist clenched. The client had been furious — not just at the damage, but at the insult. One spoiled shipment and they were gone.
He turned to his head of security.
“Call Bharath. Now.”
Bharath got the call while driving Mirnaa home from the hospital.
He pulled over smoothly near the gate, engine idling.
“I have to go back to work,” he told her — voice calm, casual.
Mirnaa nodded — still quiet, still processing the morning, the lunch surprise, the hand-hold, the “as much as I love you” that echoed in her head.
Bharath watched her walk inside — saree swaying, hips soft under the fabric — then turned the Thar around and headed back.
He knew Aadharsh had smelled something.
But he was sure — Aadharsh didn’t know the depth of their plans. Not yet. If he did, he would have sent his men already.
The warehouse security room smelled of stale coffee and cigarette smoke. Aadharsh stood by the monitor, replaying the clip again.
Bharath entered — casual, unhurried.
Aadharsh didn’t waste time.
“What should we do? Krish is growing. He took our client. I want to do something on them — an attack. That they fear and they should not get in our way!”
Bharath leaned against the wall — arms folded.
“I can help in business. But personal attacks… I’m not in.”
Aadharsh’s eyes narrowed. He wanted to pinch on the wound.
“I know you’re staying with Vikram these days. In their house. I’m not sure what you’re up to. You are at my enemy’s place!!”
Bharath met his gaze — steady.
“It’s my personal. You can worry if any of my actions cause damage to your business?”
Aadharsh could not deny it. Bharath had been clean so far — consignments moved, no leaks, no direct hits on Aadharsh’s core. The damaged shipment looked like bad luck — rats, poor storage. Nothing traceable.
Aadharsh exhaled — frustrated.
Then his phone buzzed. Latest intel from his mole.
He read it. A slow, dangerous smile spread.
“Vikram and Krish are going to Noida. Not Dubai — they pushed Dubai program 3 days later. The client whose consignment got damaged — they’re meeting him there. Signing on the second day. Staying until their flight on the third.”
He looked at Bharath.
“They are heading to Noida and not Dubai next week. Did you know that?”
Bharath was genuinely surprised. He doesn't know what he know was Vikram telling him that — he is going to Dubai.
He said No, he just said he is going to Dubai?!
Aadharsh read his eyes — it didn’t tell lies. He relaxed a bit. Bharath is still and always my man, he thought.
He said, “Look, your friend hid something from you. That’s all the friendship is about.”
“Okay, they are just friends for you — not me. I will teach them a lesson here in Noida. How dare they try to put a hand on my clients.”
He turned fully to Bharath.
“Don’t let them know about this.”
Bharath nodded — face neutral.
Aadharsh played a voice note — to Bharath.
It was a recorded voice — of someone inside the team Of Krish and Vikram.
The voice played:
Shadow voice managed to get Bharath’s help in consignment. But he is Aadharsh’s man. We cannot stay trusted on him.
Other person said: Dont worry, He is Vikram’s friend, for now he is helping in small packages. But what i hear is like this is what Vikram said to Krish that he will drop Bharath’s help after Dubai meet. So we need not worry.
Aadharsh said: “Krish’s team thinks you are their man… even though you are mine. You need to stop helping them. Anyway, practically your help is never needed when they catch this client and Dubai meet goes one after one. Only way to stop all these is blocking them, at-least one of it”
“I don’t know why you helped them. You said like feeding small fish and bite them when they grew. The strategy didn’t work here, Bharath.”
“You didn’t want me to attack them and only in business, because you care for friendship. But look at Vikram — his men are saying he will cut you after the Dubai meet.”
“Even if I’m not your friend, I try to be loyal.”
Bharath’s mind started observing it. All his doubts were true. Vikram was never interested in sharing Mirnaa. He wanted to divert him with Mirnaa and kept him in controll all the way by just using Mirna's innocence and gave her to him again in harmless way.. All he did is to get him inside for double-agent work. Once he gets Dubai business — yes, as Aadharsh said — my role is not necessary.
He would easily pull back Mirnaa. If I let truth out — Aadharsh will punish me. Other side — Vikram will get stronger. Aadharsh or Bharath threat won’t be a matter after that. In both cases he will lose Mirnaa.
How did I unsee this?
Bharath was furious at himself for being dumb.
He decided to play along. He cannot offend anyone at this point.
He turned and said: “Just scare them. Don’t go too much — block the deal. Even if he goes to Dubai client and business, the consignment fort is mine…”
Aadharsh jumped. “That’s the spirit! This is enough. I won’t involve you, Bharath. I will hunt myself. I will go to Noida. The first day — let them stay and relax. Second day — let them sign preliminary things. Third day for main partnership — even before they depart for Dubai, I will make sure they never did.”
“What you say?”
Bharath: “Perfect. Go ahead.”
Inside — a spark.
This was perfect.
A perfect opportunity.
He decided to play a game —
No by hiding Aadharsh move
But by sharing it to Vikram
If he hides this — Aadharsh will win. He still won’t get Mirnaa — she will worry for Vikram and when truth comes she will permanently avoid him.
But if he exposes Aadharsh's Plan?!!!!…
Bharath’s mind reeled with multiple schemes.
And Bharath was trying to decide which one to push first.
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