Remarriage

Warning ⚠️:-- This chapter contains mature language.

"Not there, then where could that file be?" Samrat spoke into the phone, listening intently to the reply. He nodded. "Okay, I'll check." With that, he disconnected the call.

"Samrat ji," he heard Brinda call, and he turned around. "Someone has come to meet you."

Samrat nodded. "Let's go," he said, and they both moved out of the room.

Brinda headed towards the kitchen, while Samrat proceeded to the lawn.

"Bahu, make tea for the visitors," Archana ji instructed. Brinda nodded and immediately set about preparing the tea.

Samrat surveyed the four men seated on the chairs in the lawn. He walked forward as his father spoke.

"Samrat, they want to have some discussion about the land."

Samrat frowned. "Which land?" he inquired.

One of the men stood up. "The land near the main road, outside the city," he stated.

"What about it?" Samrat asked, turning to his father. "I have no idea," Shamsher ji replied, looking equally bewildered.

"Have a seat," Samrat said, taking a seat himself. "Now, what exactly about the land?"

"We wanted to buy that," another man spoke.

Samrat frowned, shaking his head. "We are not selling that."

All four men exchanged quick glances. Then, one of them spoke with an air of aggrieved confidence, "Listen, Samrat Thakur, when your brother was alive, we had talked to him, and told him that it would be a great deal. We were ready to give extra money than the market price; we want to open a restaurant there. And... and he agreed. We even gave him an advance."

Samrat's and his father's eyes widened in disbelief. Samrat's fist clenched under the table. He looked directly at the man who had spoken. "Bhaiya took an advance?"

All the men nodded their heads, causing Samrat to grit his teeth, barely containing his fury.

"It's not possible," Shamsher ji interjected, his voice firm. "Adhiraj would have never done that without asking us, and we have no knowledge of such a deal. So there is no way that Adhiraj did anything like that."

Shamsher ji was steadfast in his belief that Adhiraj would never have acted without their consultation, while Samrat, his fists clenched, struggled to control himself, knowing these men were blatant liars.

"All of you can leave. We are not selling our land," Samrat declared, standing up and joining his hands in a gesture of dismissal.

"What do you mean we are lying? Your brother, Adhiraj Rathore, took an advance from us!" a man retorted, his voice dripping with insolence. Samrat turned to him, his eyes sharp.

"Give me the proof. You must have given him a check as an advance, so where is the proof? And if you don't have any, you can leave."

With that, Samrat turned to walk back inside the house.

"You must be having some misunderstanding, my son could have never done that. I know my son; you are here to take advantage of his demise, and that's pathetic," Shamsher ji stated, his voice laced with indignation. One of the men gritted his teeth and sneered.

"Agar zameen bechni hi nahi thi toh advance liya hi kyun, beiman saala acha hua marr gya." (If he didn't want to sell the land, why did he take an advance? That dishonest bastard, good that he died.)

As the man uttered those vile words, Samrat froze mid-stride. His eyes blazed crimson, a primal fury igniting within him at the blatant disrespect and curse hurled at his deceased brother.