Vidhwan drove through the empty roads like a man possessed. The engine of his car roared as the speedometer climbed far beyond what was legal, the headlights cutting sharply through the dark night.
The car raced forward with dangerous force, the wind slamming against the windows as buildings and streetlights blurred past him. Even if he tried to slow down now, the sudden speed would make the car jerk violently. But none of that mattered to him.
All that mattered was his money.
His company.
His empire.
His hands tightened around the steering wheel as his mind raced with calculations—contracts, losses, investors pulling out, the possibility of bankruptcy. Years of work could collapse because of a single mistake in that export deal.
Then suddenly his phone buzzed.
A message from his man.
Sir, everything is fine. It was just a misunderstanding. The export is safe.
For a brief second, relief flickered across his face.
But that single moment was enough.
His eyes had moved off the road.
When he looked up again, it was already too late.
A massive truck appeared in front of him, its headlights blinding as it charged toward his speeding car.
The screech of brakes tore through the night.
And then—
Crash.
The impact echoed violently as metal collided with metal, the force crushing the front of the car like paper.
Vidhwan jerked helplessly in his car as he groaned in pain. The gear of the car plunged deep inside his chest, breaking through the rib cage and straight to his heart.
He didn't put on his seat belt in his blind lust.
Money lust.
The very next morning, the news spread across the business world like wildfire.
The man once called the Badshah of the business world—Vidhwan—had met with a devastating accident.
Vidhwan had finally met his fate.
For years, he had walked through life believing power could shield him from consequences—that money, influence, and fear could silence every mistake he made. But fate had a way of settling debts that power could not erase.
The suffering he had inflicted on others, the pain he had scattered so carelessly, had finally returned to claim its due.
Yet his end was not the end of the story.
Because somewhere, the queen’s revenge was still fresh—burning quietly, waiting for its final moment. And no matter how far Vidhwan had tried to run from the shadows he created, there had been no escape.
Some debts are written too deeply to be avoided.
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