Chapter 141: Anna’s Wrath
**Paper Mill, Okhla Industrial Area, South Delhi — 9:53 PM**
The mill never slept.
Machines ran their endless rhythm even at this hour. Workers moved between stations with quiet efficiency. chanical rollers turned and paper flowed through the old building, a traditional structure built of solid wood, brick, and heavy roof tiles.
At the center of it all walked Anna Venkatesh. (A/N: In South India, the na "Anna" is a mark of respect, literally aning ’Elder Brother’.)
Clad in a crisp white dhoti and a simple pressed shirt with sleeves folded to the elbows, he carried a presence that demanded silence without a single word. Every worker who saw him coming found a reason to look at the floor.
A small team from press followed behind him. Mukesh walked behind while taking notes. Amit kept the cara rolling beside him.
"This mill feeds over three hundred families," Anna said, his voice calm and steady. "Most had nothing before they ca here."
"And your expansion plans?" Mukesh asked. "The word is you’re looking to scale."
"Growth is a necessity," Anna replied. "But never at the cost of stability."
Behind them, Mrinal Shetty walked without speaking. His eyes moved across the reporters as he kept watch over them like a silent ghost.
They stopped near a corridor junction. A faded board read: AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY.
Amit lowered his cara. "Is there toilet nearby?"
A worker pointed. "Take Left, then right."
Mrinal watched him go.
Amit walked off casually without being interrupted..
The corridor swallowed the machine noise eventually. Within a few turns the sound dropped to almost nothing, replaced by a sharp chemical sll that didn’t belong to paper or ink.
Amit slowed as he got distracted by the sll. The public washroom was nearby but his curiosity got the better of him.
The door at the end was half open. He stepped close enough to see inside.
Stacked under dim yellow light were sheets of paper. But the pattern on them was unusual. The colour, the printing, the serial structure running across each sheet in clean identical rows.
It was Indian currency, all in series, fresh and uncut.
Amit’s heart thundered against his ribs. He had walked in to relieve himself and stumbled into a death sentence. He cald himself and thought to record it.
He reached to his cara only to freeze midair as a hand closed on his shoulder.
The grasp was firm and strong.
"Toilet’s the other way." A quiet voice ca completely without feeling.
Amit’s throat went bone-dry. "I... I think I got lost. Thanks."
It was Rizwan, one of the worker who told him the way. He said nothing. He simply turned him around and walked him back. Not roughly. Just firmly enough to make resistance pointless.
When Amit returned, Mukesh saw his face imdiately.
"You okay?" he whispered. Sothing felt wrong. This was supposed to be a routine interview.
Amit managed a stiff nod but his face had gone pale.
"Shall we continue?" Anna asked, as though nothing had happened.
Mukesh smiled to ease the tension. "Yes. Of course."
Mrinal stepped forward. "I think we should wrap the tour here." Rizwan appeared silently beside him.
Mukesh shrugged and complied. It was already past ten.
"Thank you for your ti, Mr. Venkatesh. I think we have enough."
"Safe drive back." Anna said with indifference.
They turned for the exit. Amit was walking too fast, his pace erratic. Mukesh felt the animal instinct of a man in danger and matched his speed without looking back.
"Mr. Amit."
The voice stopped them cold. They turned slowly. Anna stood with his hands behind his back.
"You didn’t see anything you weren’t supposed to." It wasn’t a question.
Mukesh kept his voice level. "We were just here for the story, sir."
Amit said nothing.
Anna glanced at Mrinal and walked back inside.
The workers who had been smiling politely monts ago stopped smiling. They began closing in from the sides, surrounding the two n with a quiet that was worse than any threat.
Mukesh turned slowly. "What... is there a problem?"
Amit dropped the cara. "Run. They’re criminals."
That was all it took. Mukesh bolted.
Both of them ran. Neither made it far.
Mrinal watched the scene without expression. He took out a cigeratte, lit it and took a deep drag.
The end was quick. Two muffled thuds, a brief spray of red, and then silence. No struggle. No drama. Only blood.
The machines never stopped.
Mrinal returned to Anna’s side. "Done."
"Dump the bodies in the Yamuna. Strip them first, seize everything. Equipnt, phones, all of it." A pause. "And find out if they had families. Make sure soone looks after them."
Mrinal nodded without a word.
It was then that Rizwan ca in at a half jog, slightly out of breath.
"Boss. The van is here. From Ahd Bhai’s side."
Anna raised an eyebrow. "What is that for?"
Mrinal answered. "It’s the compensation arrangent, Anna. We had discussed it after the gold loss. They offered drugs and RDX to settle the outstanding paynt in cash."
Anna repeated the word quietly.
"Compensation."
A brief silence. His fingers tapped once against his forearm.
"Bring them in."
Rizwan continued, "Boss, but they left it at the gate with—"
BOOM.
The explosion hit the rear of the mill like a fist through paper. Walls blew inward. Machinery flew sideways. Fire surged up through the gaps imdiately, thick and fast, consuming everything the blast had loosened.
Rizwan was thrown hard into a protruding steel rod and didn’t get up.
Mrinal hit the ground and rolled.
"The roof gave way with a roar. tal sheets, thick wooden beams, and broken tiles crashed down in heaps. Thousands of burning paper scraps drifted through the air like glowing black snow, landing everywhere and starting new fires in the wreckage.
Then ca the ringing, hollow silence.
The rubble shifted. A hand—burned and bloodied—pushed through the debris. Anna pulled himself from the wreckage and stood upright. He looked at the spot where his n had been. There was only fire.
His jaw tightened.
His jaw tightened. "...Mukhtar..."
The na was a whisper, a ghost of a breath. Then, sothing snapped behind his eyes.
"MUKHTAR AHD!"
The roar tore through the burning shell of the mill and ca back off the collapsing walls. Mrinal, pulling himself upright nearby, went completely still. Eleven years beside this man. He had never heard him make a sound like that.
Anna stepped into the wreckage, boots grinding through ash and broken glass.
"Compensation." The word ca out rotten. "You send death into my own house and call it that."
He kept walking through the smoke, through the debris, without flinching.
"From this day he is no Ahd Bhai." His voice dropped to sothing colder. "His na is Mukhtar Ahd. And that na I will erase myself."
He punched a blackened support pillar, the crack of bone and concrete ringing out. He didn’t look at his bleeding knuckles.
"I fed your routes. For three years, I kept the south quiet so you could build your throne in the north. And this is how you repay ?" He turned, his eyes burning brighter than the fires behind him. "If war is what you want, then war is what you’ll get."
He faced Mrinal. The rage had settled into a terrifying, frozen clarity.
"Pull every man from the neutral zones. Tonight," he ordered. "Shut down every line, every route, every contact Mukhtar has. Seize the whole scrapyards. Not a soul passes through. Tonight we take his business. Tomorrow, we take his life."
Mrinal hesitated, phone already in hand. "Anna, we should at least confirm before—"
Anna stopped walking and turned.
Behind him the mill burned. Workers rushed with water. n pulled the injured from the rubble. Amidst all of it Anna stood bloodied and scorched, and gave Mrinal a single look that answered every question.
Then he turned and walked toward the exit.
"Send word. Not to him. To everyone else." Anna’s voice carried through the smoke. "Anna Venkatesh is done playing nice. The north will be redivided. Tell them to pick a side tonight... because there will be only one slum king left standing."
He didn’t look back. He was already planning the funeral of the North.
***
GB Road, Brothel Alley – 11:13 PM
Raghav, one of the MLA’s loyal disciples, had been dragged into the neon-soaked chaos of GB Road against his better judgnt.
His two colleagues, riding high on a bonus for successfully sabotaging a rival’s resort, were in a celebratory mood.
They owed their victory to Rohit Singhania, whose intel had turned the election in their favour, and now they intended to spend that favour on the "forbidden fruit" of the city.
Despite his surface-level protests, Raghav felt a twitch of suppressed excitent.
At nearly thirty, he had never been with a woman. It stung that his first ti would be a transaction rather than a romance, but as he stared at the cheap, revealing dresses of the won lining the corridors, his nerves began to fray.
The street was a gauntlet of light and noise. Pimps prowled the pavent like hungry hawks, barking out prices.
"Two thousand for a mommy item!"
"Three thousand for a threeso! Two bold bhabhis(sis-in-law)!"
Ganesh, the eldest and most experienced of the trio, gripped Raghav’s arm and pulled him along. "Don’t stop here. They’ll pair you with a fat aunty and ruin your first ti. We’re going to the third floor with guaranteed discount."
Vinod, the silent sharpshooter of the group, followed a few paces behind, his eyes scanning the crowd with practiced neutrality.
They reached a specific building known for its "premium" selection and climbed to the third floor.
In the main room, a middle-aged woman with a sharp, trimd waist sat on a sofa.
Her pallu was draped low, accentuating curves that had clearly been well-maintained.
She was busy counting a stack of cash, pausing only to spit a dark stream of tobacco into a bowl on the table before tucking a fresh palm leaf into her cheek.
The three n stood in the doorway. She didn’t look up from her notes. "Age? And type?"
"bhabhi type, my age," Ganesh answered instantly.
Vinod simply held up two fingers. "Mommy type. Sister type. threeso."
The woman’s gaze finally flickered to Raghav, who stood frozen, his face heating up.
"He’s a virgin," Ganesh teased, nudging him. "Send him soone who knows how to handle a beginner."
"What nonsense..." Raghav stamred, "Who said—"
The woman, Sabrina, smiled like a predator. She leaned forward, the movent making her blouse strain. "No need to panic, son. This mommy will take care of you personally."
Before the deal could be struck, a half-bald man barged into the room. It was Amir Chaudhary, the third leader of the Triad.
His shirt was half-unbuttoned, and he was shouting into a phone. "Yes, Bhai! Don’t worry, I’ll get the boy covered!"
He turned to Sabrina, ignoring the custors. "Sabrina, it’s a ss. I am grabbing the boy and taking him to Chota Seth’s farmhouse imdiately. You handle.. if any thing goes wrong here."
Raghav’s eyes didn’t move. But sothing behind them did.
Sabrina’s eyes widened. She hissed under her breath, gesturing toward the three n. "Amir... custors."
Amir wasn’t in the mood for discretion. "Fuck the custors! Do you have any idea what that idiot Anna has done? We’re lucky we were outside when his lackeys locked down the whole Mori gate! I am telling you.. they are asking for it."
Sensing the shift in the air, Sabrina turned to the trio, her flirtatious smile replaced by a cold scowl. "We’re closed. Get out."
"But madam—" Ganesh started.
"I said get the fuck out of here!" she snapped. "Go find a whore on the street. We’re done for the night."
Amir was already pacing onto the balcony, his voice rising as he barked more orders into his phone.
The three n were shoved out into the hallway, the door slamming shut behind them.
Ganesh patted Raghav on the back, trying to salvage the mood. He teased with a wink, "Don’t worry, brother. We’ll get your seal broken sowhere else."
But Raghav wasn’t listening. His mind was racing, connecting the panicked snippets he had just overheard.
He pulled out his phone, his fingers trembling as he dialed the MLA.
After three rings, the line clicked open."Bhaiya-ji," Raghav whispered, leaning against the damp corridor wall. "I think we just found the boy. The one Rohit Singhania is looking for."
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