Author's POV:

The morning sky was painted in soft pinks and oranges, like even the sun knew today meant something. The orphanage felt warmer than usual... or maybe that was just the weight of all the memories clinging to the walls.

Saanvika's POV:

I stood by the doorway with the acceptance letter in my trembling hands.

I still remember those nights under the thin blanket, whispering to the stars, "Will anything ever change?"

And today... it finally did.

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"Wow... dii, I still can't believe it! I got into the best college in Nagpur!"

- Saanvika

"Haa haa... calm down now! My drama queen! Start packing before my slap packs you!"

- Asmita laughed, though the glint of tears gave her away.

"But dii... can I pack you instead? I need you with me..."

- Saanvika whispered, the excitement now trembling with fear.

"Silly girl. This journey is yours now. Life's giving you a new start. You've got to walk it alone. We can support you from behind, but we can't walk beside you forever."

- Asmita said, holding back her emotions like only older sisters can.

Saanvika's POV:

Why does growing up always feel like leaving?

Why does moving ahead come with this strange ache in the heart?

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"Don't worry, dii... You'll see. I'll become a great lawyer. I'll earn so much that our orphanage will never know what money problems are. No child here will cry like we did."

- Saanvika

"Arey bitiya, don't stress about money right now. Just focus on your studies. If your baba is alive, you don't have to worry about anything."

- Kishor Uncle, his voice steady like always, wrapping me in invisible protection.

"Baba, you've always held me up when I felt small. When everyone left, you stayed. You taught me to believe. I'll never forget how you made me capable of this moment."

- Saanvika

Saanvika's POV:

Every scolding, every bedtime story, every smile-he poured strength into me.

Today's victory was his too.

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"See that, Asmi? Our choti Saanvi is now talking like a grown-up! Big big words!"

- Kishor Uncle

"Haa baba, your little Saanvi isn't so little anymore."

- Asmita

"And why not? I'm 22 now! I've got to act mature and serious."

- Saanvika said with mock pride, crossing her arms.

"Mature? You? Ha ha ha!"

- Asmita

"Ha ha ha... mature... sure!"

- Kishor Uncle laughed louder, wiping the corner of his eyes secretly.

"You all always tease me! Just because I talk more doesn't mean I don't think deep. Hmph!"

- Saanvika

They laughed, but I felt the storm inside me.

I'm excited... but what if I'm not ready?

What if I fail?

What if I miss them too much?

"Aww, don't be mad now. Let's get you ready for this big new start."

- Asmita

"Yeah... just a little scared, that's all."

- Saanvika

"It's okay to be scared, bitiya. A new beginning always comes with a little fear. Don't let it stop you. Just study hard and never forget your roots."

- Kishor Uncle

Saanvika's POV:

His voice... it's my home. Warm. Steady. Safe.

If I carry anything from here-it'll be his faith in me.

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"Jii baba... I should go now..."

- Saanvika

One last glance. One last breath in the air that raised me.

My heart wanted to stay. But dreams were calling.

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"Bye everyone..."

- Saanvika

"Bye Saanvi! Best of luck for your bright future!"

- Asmita & the kids, voices overlapping, some crying, some smiling.

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Author's POV:

And with that single brave step, she didn't just leave the orphanage-

She carried its hopes, its love, and its dreams on her back.

One girl, one heart, and a promise...

To come back stronger.

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Other side-

Author POV:

The courtroom murmured with restless energy. It was supposed to be an open-and-shut case-dismissed before it even began. The judge leaned forward, papers in hand.

"As per the opponent team, their lawyer hasn't arrived, so the case is... dismissed."

But before the final word could leave his mouth, a loud voice cut through the silence like a blade.

"Wait, my lord!"

Heads turned. There he stood-Vyom Nomani. The infamous criminal lawyer. The man who didn't believe in justice or peace. He only believed in results... and violence was often the easiest route.

"The case just started. There's still so much left to unfold. Why the rush?"

The opposing lawyer scoffed. "Where did he come from? Mr. Kapadia clearly said he wouldn't make it to court today."

And there he was. Mr. Kapadia, standing frozen, as if he'd seen a ghost. His voice stumbled out, barely coherent. "I gave the order to kill him. How the f*ck is he even alive?"

Vyom smirked coldly. "Ah... so that's the reason your face turned pale. Seems like your hitmen couldn't finish the job."

Fake smiles filled the courtroom as tension rose.

"Oh, don't worry," Vyom added casually. "I waited for the right moment. And now, my lord, I'd like to officially summon Mr. Kapadia to the stand."

The judge's gavel slammed. "Respect the court!"

Mr. Kapadia laughed nervously. "Ask anything. You won't get a single word of truth from me."

Vyom's gaze sharpened. "Oh, I won't need your words. Your face won't matter either. But the video I'm about to play... that's going to ruin you."

He pulled out a flash drive. A large screen flickered to life.

The video began:

First, a street fight in the dead of night. Men-Kapadia's men-armed with belts, rods, and blades, beating a helpless boy while laughing.

Then, a second clip. An abandoned warehouse. Kapadia, surrounded by his crew, counting stacks of cash. Cocaine packets being packed. Weapons on the table. Laughter, arrogance, and full criminal dealings caught on tape.

Courtroom gasped.

"I'll f*cking kill you, Vyom! You bastard!" Kapadia screamed, leaping forward.

Vyom didn't flinch. "Shhh. This isn't your battlefield, Kapadia. This is court. And in here... your power doesn't mean sh*t. You're not a gangster here. You're just a criminal caught red-handed."

Kapadia was restrained. His lawyer stood up, fumbling.

"My lord, this evidence is fake-"

"Silence," the judge snapped. "The video is clear. Everything your client has done-both the violence and the illegal business-is visible. He's guilty."

"The court orders immediate arrest. All allegations stand confirmed. Mr. Kapadia is sentenced, and the case is closed."

Kapadia's eyes burned with fury. "This isn't over!"

Vyom stepped close enough to whisper.

"I'll be waiting for the day you rot in jail, begging for a visit from someone who'll never come. You said I wouldn't make it out alive? I just did... and sent you in."

And with that, he walked out of the courtroom. No celebration. No applause. Just the sound of footsteps and the chaos he left behind.

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Vyom POV:

It wasn't supposed to go down like this.

The plan was clean-arrive at court, present the video evidence, and destroy Kapadia legally. But these bastards don't play clean. They play dirty. Real dirty.

I had barely stepped out of my car when I sensed it.

Three men... no, four. Shadows breaking formation. One behind the parking pillar. Another pretending to tie his shoelaces. And two already walking toward me like it was casual.

It wasn't.

They weren't here to talk. They were here to kill me.

I smiled.

"Kapadia's greetings, I assume?" I said as I loosened my tie.

No answer. Just the sharp glint of a knife in the morning sun.

The first one lunged-amateur move. I ducked and drove my elbow into his stomach. He went down hard, choking. The second swung a rod. I grabbed his wrist, twisted till it cracked, then slammed his face into the hood of a car. Blood painted the windshield.

The third pulled a chain from his jacket. Swung it. I let it hit me-left arm, clean shot-but it gave me the opening I needed. I slammed my knee into his ribs, twice. He dropped.

The fourth... the quiet one... pulled a gun.

"Cute," I muttered. "You brought a toy to a man's game."

He aimed at my chest. I stepped forward. His hand shook. Rookie.

One second.

That's all I needed.

I kicked the dropped rod from the ground and flung it. It smacked his hand. The gun flew, clattered, and I pinned him to the pavement before he could scream.

His breath was heavy. "You... weren't supposed to survive..."

I leaned close, my voice lower than the grave.

"Tell Kapadia next time he sends people to kill me... he better come himself."

I left them bleeding, broken, unconscious. Court wasn't far. I grabbed my coat from the ground, wiped the blood from my cheek, and walked straight into the courtroom like nothing happened.

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Author POV:

Two weeks later.

The courtroom was silent now. The cameras were off. The headlines had faded. But monsters like Kapadia don't disappear that easily.

They just get locked up in cages.

And sometimes, the devil himself walks into those cages-dressed in a black coat, smirking like he owns hell.

Vyom had arrived at the prison-not as a lawyer this time. No press, no guards rushing to greet him. Just him... and the man he'd burned to the ground.

Vyom POV:

I asked for five minutes.

Five minutes in the interview cell. No cameras. No lawyers. No laws.

Just me and him.

Kapadia looked worse than I expected. Pale. Hollow. But his mouth was still arrogant.

"You came to gloat?"

"No," I said quietly. "I came to tell you a story."

He raised an eyebrow. "What, you think you're a hero now?"

I ignored him and leaned forward, my eyes locked to his.

"Years ago... there was a kid. Lived in a slum. Grew up with dust in his lungs and blood on his knuckles. He watched his father dragged away at night for not paying 'protection'. Watched his mother beaten when she begged for his return."

Kapadia stared, something flickering behind the coldness.

"One day... the kid watched a man walk in. White kurta, black shades, gold chain. Said, 'This is how the world works, beta. We take what we want. And if you can't give... we take more.'"

Kapadia's jaw clenched.

"That man was you."

I could see it hit him.

"That boy was me."

He didn't speak. He didn't blink. His breath just slowed.

"You made me, Kapadia. You didn't just create a criminal lawyer. You created your reckoning."

I stood up, pulling the visitor badge from my coat and throwing it on the table.

"I didn't become a lawyer to protect the law. I became one to destroy the people who hid behind it."

Kapadia leaned forward, voice shaking. "You think you've won? There are more like me. Bigger. Dirtier. More dangerous."

I smiled-calm, slow, deadly.

"Good," I whispered. "Because I'm just getting started."

I turned and walked out.

The guards didn't say a word. They just opened the gates.

Author POV:

Justice wasn't about the gavel for Vyom. It was about the message.

Monsters don't fall when you push them.

They fall when you become the monster they fear.

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Little glimpse of next part:

"Hey Ram!" she gasped, stumbling back like she'd seen a ghost. "What is this half-naked man doing in my flat!?"

He grabbed his shirt, voice sharp. "Who the hell are you-and how did you get in!?"

She narrowed her eyes. "Excuse me? This is my flat!"

"What?" he scoffed. "Miss... whatever, you're clearly mistaken."

She folded her arms. "It's Saanvika. Not 'whatever.'"

"Fine, Miss Saanvika-get out. This flat's mine."

And just like that... their war had begun.

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