News of Virat's sinister actions reached the ears of Abhimaan, triggering a tempest of rage within him. Unbeknownst to Virat, he had stepped into the perilous territory of the notorious mafia king, Abhimaan Raghuvanshi. 

Abhimaan, now acutely aware of the depth of his feelings for Siya, couldn't fathom the idea of anyone causing harm to his beloved.

In his throne-like chair, Abhimaan issued the chilling command for his men to bring Virat to his den. The air in the den grew thick with tension as Virat, sensing the impending danger, found himself swallowed by nerves.

Seated regally, Abhimaan's eyes bore into Virat, cold and unforgiving. "You dared to touch what belongs to me," Abhimaan declared, his voice echoing through the ominous silence of the den.

As Abhimaan's men carried out the orders, Virat's screams filled the air. Abhimaan, an orchestrator of retribution, observed the torment with a quiet satisfaction, his eyes betraying no hint of mercy.

"You tainted her with your filthy hands, so I will be the one to cleanse this mess," Abhimaan proclaimed, his words dripping with ruthless determination. With calculated precision, he severed Virat's fingers, each one a manifestation of the consequences of violating his beloved.

The retribution did not stop there. Abhimaan, with a cold and unwavering resolve, ordered the removal of Virat's eyes—the very eyes that had dared to look upon Siya with lustful intentions.

In the dimly lit den, justice unfolded with a brutality that mirrored the darkness of Abhimaan's underworld reign. "Make it look like an accident," he commanded his men, ensuring that the shadows of retribution concealed the brutal reality that had transpired within the walls of his kingdom.

 The lion had fiercely defended his angel, leaving behind a chilling silence that echoed the price of crossing the boundaries set by the formidable mafia king.