Seconds later, Dexter's phone rang, it was Sandy picking it, Rapheal came on the line.Dexter's heart raced as he listened to Raphael's chilling words. He struggled to keep his voice steady as he pleaded, "Please, Raphael, don't do this. There has to be another way." Raphael's chuckle sent a shiver down Dexter's spine. "There is no other way, Dexter. You are a collateral for Ivy's life. It's as simple as that." Dexter's mind raced, trying to find a solution. "What is it that you want? Money? Power? I'll give you whatever it takes to keep Ivy safe." Raphael's voice turned cold and menacing. "There's really not much you can do, you only have to do as the prime minister says or else Ivy will get more prices on your behalf. You would

Dexter looked confused and frustrated as he confronted the Prime Minister, asking, "Why did you bring me all the way to India?" His voice was filled with exasperation, showing just how puzzled he was by the situation. Meanwhile, Richard sat in deep thought, furrowing his brow as he carefully calculated something important. It was clear that he was trying to make sense of the Prime Minister's actions, searching for the underlying motives behind them. The Prime Minister, keeping a composed demeanor, locked eyes with Dexter and calmly explained, "I simply wanted a peaceful exchange — the truth in exchange for my daughter's hand in marriage." Dexter's disbelief turned into defiance as he firmly declared, "I can't marry the Prime Minister's daughter for such a flimsy deal,

As they made their way to the police station, Dexter and Richard followed the lead police officer to his car. Dexter, wanting to maintain a sense of dignity, agreed to ride in his own car with the police officer driving. He watched in shock as the prime minister was carried out of his office, bloodied and in need of immediate medical attention. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on Dexter's mind as he struggled to comprehend the events that had unfolded. The chief of police answered a call on his phone, and Richard noticed a hint of fear in his voice as he spoke to the person on the other end. After ending the call, the chief informed Dexter that he would be driving them himself. Dexter, still reeling from the recent events, remained silent and simply nodded in agreement, not wanting to add any more stress to an already tumultuous situation. Last Updated : 2024-02-04

Dexter leaned back in his seat, a sly grin on his face as he taunted the lawyer. "You'd be doing yourself a favor if you went to get the prime minister," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "And by the way, has that fake blood from the gunshot wound healed yet?"Before he could continue his mocking, the chief of police entered the room and made a beeline for Dexter. "Can I use your name without the Richmond in it?" he asked, his voice carrying a hint of authority. Dexter nodded in response, and the chief of police went on to comment that calling everyone else a puppet didn't exempt Dexter from being one himself, especially to his own name. Dexter let out a laugh and settled back into his seat in the cell."I await the arrival of the Prime Minister and Mr. Kapoor," Dexter announced, looking directly at the chief of police. "Please leave." The chief of police shot him a look of pure rage, then turned to the lawyer and gave a subtle nod, signaling for him to depart. As the lawyer l

The prime minister's eyes narrowed as Dexter broached the topic of the F-X plan and the plane crash involving his father. "Is that why you agreed to marry my daughter? To interrogate me about my involvement in those incidents?" he snapped, his voice filled with a mix of anger and suspicion. Dexter held his ground, meeting the prime minister's fiery gaze with unwavering determination. "No, sir. I agreed to marry Mirai because I care for her and want to support her in any way I can," he replied, his tone steady and earnest. "But I also need to know the truth about what happened to my father and the F-X plan. I need to understand the full extent of your involvement." The prime minister's expression softened slightly, a flicker of regret crossing his features. "I can't discuss that with you, Dexter. There are things you don't understand," he said, his voice tinged with sorrow. Dexter's resolve remained unshaken. "I need to understand, sir. For my own peace of mind and for the sake of my