Shaurya Singhania's fiery, burning eyes were fixed on Tara Mishra's small laptop screen as if looking beyond the words. The room was filled with a strange kind of opulence money reflected in everything, yet there was some discomfort lingering. Tara sat there, having uncovered the real truth of Goa's board members hidden in each colorful cell of her Excel sheet. Evidence was there, names were there, and all those bank accounts where Kabir Raichand's hefty bribes were clearly visible. Tara's mind held a cunning web thin but strong and now all these crocodiles were caught in it.

Shaurya suddenly takes a deep breath. A slight victorious smile appears. His heavy hand rests on the back of Tara's chair. He leans forward slightly, and his voice echoes right next to Tara's ear. "Kabir Raichand probably thinks he'll trap me in Goa. But he doesn't know that my assistant, with her cheap Wi-Fi and second-rate data, will shake the foundation of his entire empire. Just wait in tomorrow's board meeting, we'll trap them so thoroughly that they'll get entangled in their own scheme. Blood will wash away blood."