Rex began taking Jasmine home while their friends gathered around, asking about her condition. Rex explained everything that had happened. After the incident, Jasmine was deeply traumatized. She had never raised her voice before, and that silence had only increased Birjesh's confidence. Thinking about it all made her break down again. Everyone tried to calm her.
Meanwhile, Zack was locked inside a jail cell. A while later, Veer entered the police station. The officers were visibly shocked to see him there. One of them nervously asked if he would like some tea. Veer sat down in a chair, smoking a cigarette, and said coldly, "Forget the tea. Release the man you've locked up. I'll wait thirty seconds. Not more."
The officer panicked and hurried to open the cell. Zack stepped out and saw Veer calmly smoking. Veer took out a bundle of cash from his pocket and placed it on the officer's desk. Without another word, he stood up to leave. The officers awkwardly offered him refreshments, but he ignored them and walked out.
Zack followed him outside and thanked him. Veer demanded a full explanation of what had happened. Zack told him that he had seen Jasmine heading toward the fifth floor, which was usually empty. Feeling uneasy, he followed her. He searched through the classrooms until he heard her voice. When he reached Class 511, he saw her clothes torn and Birjesh trying to force himself on her. Zack admitted that he had lost control and beaten him badly. Birjesh was now in the ICU.
Without warning, Veer punched Zack hard in the face. Zack fell to the ground, blood coming from his nose. Veer said, "You almost dragged the name of our Third Elite through the mud." With that, he mounted his bike and left. Zack remained confused, unable to understand why he had been hit.
The scene shifted to the hospital. Birjesh lay injured while his twenty-five-year-old son, Ayan, stood beside him. Ayan constantly smoked weed, his eyes always red. He was a member of a powerful gang. Looking at his father's condition, he said coldly, "Whoever did this will die."
He ordered one of his men to find out who was responsible. After the man left, Ayan pulled out a joint and lit it inside the hospital room. A doctor tried to stop him, saying he couldn't smoke there. Ayan slapped the doctor "shut the fuck up You mf". His men stayed behind and began beating the doctor.
Elsewhere, Joe and Koji were talking about everything that had happened. Joe said ever since Rex had joined the college, nothing good had happened around him. On the first day, Joe had fought him. Then Rex had been hospitalized for two days. Now his sister had gone through something terrible. Joe felt angry that they hadn't been able to help.
He finally said, "We need to make Rex stronger. I'll train the three of you. At least you'll be able to fight back if I'm not there."
Koji grabbed his stomach and said, "Do I have to train too?"
Joe laughed, poking his belly. "With this belly? You'll never win a fight, fatty."
Koji started chasing Joe to hit him while Joe ran ahead, teasing him, "You'll never catch me!"
After the fun and teasing finally settle down, both of them slowly calm down. Their laughter fades, and the atmosphere becomes normal again.
Joe wipes the sweat from his forehead and says, "Enough for today."
Koji, still catching his breath, mutters, "Yeah… I'm tired."
They look at each other for a moment, then both nod silently.
Joe says, "Let's go to Rex's house."
Koji agrees, "Yeah. We should check on him."
Without wasting more time, the two of them leave and start heading toward Rex's house.
Uncle Vasu's phone rang. He looked at the screen and answered immediately.
"Hello?"
On the other side, someone hurriedly told him everything that had happened with Jasmine at the college—every detail, every insult, every threat.
As he listened, Vasu's grip on the phone tightened. His face darkened. His breathing grew heavier.
"What did you say?" he asked in a low, trembling voice.
After the call ended, he immediately dialed Jasmine.
Jasmine stared at her phone when it began ringing. The moment she saw Papa flashing on the screen, her heart sank.
She picked up.
"Jasmine," Vasu's voice came, strained but controlled, "what happened?"
Through tears, she replied, "Papa… I'm fine."
"Don't lie to me," he said sharply. "I know everything."
There was silence on the line except for her quiet sobbing.
"Stay at home," Vasu said firmly. "I'm going to the college right now. I won't spare him."
"Papa, please don't—"
But he had already ended the call.
Vasu stormed into the principal's office without knocking.
The principal stood up in shock. "Mr. Vasu, please calm down—"
Vasu grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall.
"What kind of college are you running?" Vasu shouted. "How dare something like this happen to my daughter? Where is that teacher?"
The principal stammered, "Please listen—"
A voice interrupted from the doorway.
"I did it."
Both of them turned.
Ayan stood there, leaning casually against the doorframe. A joint burned between his fingers. Smoke curled around his face. Behind him stood several gang members.
Vasu frowned. "You? You're the teacher?"
The principal quickly shook his head. "No—no, he's Professor birjesh's son."
Vasu's eyes hardened. "Where is your father?"
Ayan took a slow drag and exhaled smoke. "That old man is in the ICU."
He smirked. "And I think you're the reason."
Before Vasu could respond, Ayan flicked his fingers.
"Teach him a lesson."
His men rushed forward with sticks and belts.
The first stick swung toward Vasu's head—but he blocked it and punched the attacker in the face. Another came from behind; Vasu elbowed him hard in the ribs. One by one, he struck them down with surprising strength.
Despite his age, he fought like a soldier.
But numbers mattered.
A belt wrapped around his neck from behind. A stick hit his back. Another blow struck his knee.
He staggered.
A punch landed on his jaw. Blood filled his mouth.
Still, he tried to stand.
Another strike hit his ribs.
Then another.
His body began to give up.
Finally, he collapsed to the floor.
Ayan clapped slowly while taking another drag.
"Not bad for an old man," he said mockingly.
He stepped closer. "Lift him."
Two men grabbed Vasu by the arms and forced him onto his knees.
Blood dripped from his forehead. His vision blurred.
Ayan pulled out a gun and pressed it against Vasu's forehead.
The principal, pale with fear, quietly slipped out of the room without a word.
Vasu looked up at Ayan.
There was no fear in his eyes now—only exhaustion.
Time seemed to slow.
He saw flashes of memories.
Little Jasmine running toward him with open arms.
Rishu laughing while hiding behind his mother.
His wife smiling at him on the day they first met.
Her weak smile in her final moments.
Tears rolled down his cheeks.
In his heart, he whispered silently, Rex… take care of Jasmine.
Ayan tilted his head slightly.
"Goodbye."
The gunshot echoed through the office.
Vasu's body fell lifeless to the ground.
Ayan stared at the corpse.
"That's it?" he muttered. "One bullet and he's gone? I wanted him to beg."
He kicked Vasu's face with his shoe.
Blood spread across the floor tiles.
Even his own men exchanged uneasy glances.
Ayan turned away and lit a cigarette.
"Destroy the computers and all CCTV's. Make sure nothing's left before the police come."
"Yes, bhai," one of them replied.
They began smashing equipment while Ayan walked out calmly.
At Jasmine's house, Rex and the others were trying to comfort her.
Joe said softly, "Don't worry. Uncle will handle it."
Koji nodded. "He won't let anything happen."
Rika held Jasmine's hand. "You're safe now."
But Jasmine kept wiping her tears. "Papa didn't listen… I told him not to go…"
Rex checked the time. "It's late. Uncle should've returned by now."
Jasmine's breathing grew uneven. "Call him," she said. "Please call Papa."
Rex dialed Vasu's number.
No answer.
He tried again.
Still nothing.
Suddenly, Jasmine's phone rang.
An unknown number.
Her hands trembled as she answered. "Hello?"
There was a pause.
Her expression changed.
Her phone slipped slightly from her grip.
Then she screamed, "PAPAAA!"
The next day — at Uncle Vasu's funeral — many people are present. Even Shaily from Third Elite comes with her gang members. However, Veer and Zack are not there. Some ex-military soldiers who once worked under Uncle Vasu also attend.
Jasmine stood still, staring at the burning pyre.
Dark circles had formed under her eyes. Her face was blank—no tears, no reaction.
Rex stepped forward and lit the fire.
The flames slowly rose, consuming Vasu's body.
Everyone watched in silence.
Rex's eyes burned with unshed tears—but he kept his face firm.
After a while, he walked to Jasmine and hugged her.
She did not move.
She did not cry.
She simply stood there, empty.
Later, Rex suddenly felt nauseous and rushed toward the bathroom.
Rimu followed to give him his phone.
As he reached the restroom door, he heard loud sobbing.
He slowly pushed the door open.
Inside, Rex was leaning against the sink, both hands gripping its edge.
His shoulders shook violently.
Tears streamed down his face.
He was crying uncontrollably, gasping for breath like a broken child.
Rimu covered his mouth with his hand, shocked. Tears filled his own eyes.
Rex had stayed strong in front of Jasmine.
But alone—
He had completely fallen apart.
(Important Notice: Due to some personal reasons, the story will be on hold for a few months. I sincerely appreciate your patience and support during this time. The story will continue once things are sorted.
Thank you for understanding.)