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Third point of view:

Vishnu's face remained unreadable as he listened to Ajay's manipulative words. His phone vibrated in his pocket, and without breaking eye contact, he pulled it out and glanced at the message.

A slow smirk played on Vishnu's lips. He slipped his phone back and turned to Ajay, his voice eerily calm.

"Finished talking ? Or do you still have something left to manipulate me with?"

Ajay frowned, confused by the sudden shift in energy. "Wh-"

Before he could finish, a solid punch landed on his nose.

Crack.

Blood spurted instantly, and Ajay staggered backward, clutching his face in shock. Before he could react, another punch slammed into his jaw.

"How dare you?" Vishnu's voice was venomous. His usual lighthearted nature was gone, replaced by a storm of pure fury. "Just because I kept silent, you thought you could play your dirty games with me, you Bloody dog?"

Ajay groaned, spitting blood. "Vishnu-listen-"

Another fist crashed into his ribs, knocking the breath out of him.

Before he could recover, a sharp voice cut through the tension.

"Tch. That's enough, Vishnu. He got his answer."

Ajay looked up, blinking through the pain. His heart sank.

Rudhran.

He walked in with a slow, intimidating stride, his usual composed aura laced with danger. His sharp gaze flicked between Vishnu and Ajay, then landed on his brother.

Vishnu smirked at him. Without a word, the two men shared a firm fist bump, making Ajay's stomach drop.

His hands trembled. This wasn't going as he expected.

Rudhran tilted his head, his voice dangerously low. "You really thought we weren't talking to each other? That our so-called 'fight' was real?" He scoffed. "We were just pretending in front of everyone. Why? Because we knew some leeches would take advantage of it. And guess what? It's you and your mother."

Ajay's breath hitched.

Vishnu grabbed him by the collar and yanked him up roughly. "You tried to turn me against my own brother?" He landed another punch. "How dare you and your mother try to poison my wife by using a maid and blame our Aaradhya?"

Ajay gasped, the realization of his downfall hitting him like a train.

Rudhran's lips curled in disgust. "You thought you were smart?" He took out his phone and pressed play.

On the screen, a CCTV video played.

It showed Aaradhya leaving the kitchen after preparing the juice. Moments later, Leela entered, glancing around suspiciously before doing something to the drink.

Ajay's eyes widened in sheer horror. They had proof.

Vishnu let out a bitter laugh. "CCTV cameras in the hall, da. Un maramandai ku nyabagam illaya (does ur dumbhead forget it?)" He grabbed Ajay's arm. "Now, let's take this show home."

Ajay knew he was no match for Vishnu and Rudhran, especially not when Rudhran’s men stood like sentinels at the entrance, blocking any escape. His breath came in short, panicked gasps as he wiped the blood trickling from his nose, but before he could take a step back—

Rudhran shoved him forward with force.

Ajay stumbled, barely catching himself before he crashed onto the floor.