The Mafia heart ( book 1 )

Chapter 3 The Unseen Encounter

The sun was shining brightly over Royal Heritage College, casting long shadows as students rushed between classes. But today wasn't just any day. Today, the most notorious name in business and underground circles, Vikram Singh Rathore, was visiting the college. The billionaire mafia lord was making a significant donation to the institution, something that had the entire campus buzzing with curiosity and excitement.

"I still can't believe he's coming to our college," Sofia exclaimed as she swung her bag over her shoulder. Her voice was filled with energy, excitement practically oozing out of her. "Vikram Singh Rathore! Can you imagine how powerful he must be?"

Mehek glanced at her friend, slightly amused by her enthusiasm but also feeling uneasy. "I don't get why everyone's so hyped up. He's just a man with a lot of money."

"Not just any man," Sofia corrected, her eyes wide. "He runs everything. Businesses, underground operations. He could snap his fingers, and things would change in an instant."

Anamika, who was always the voice of reason in their trio, smiled softly. "He's also doing a good thing by donating to the college. Whatever his background, we should at least appreciate that."

Mehek nodded, though her discomfort grew. She wasn't one to idolize power, especially when it came with dangerous rumors. "I just hope we don't have to see him up close. I'd rather avoid the drama."

Sofia laughed, nudging Mehek playfully. "You're always so serious. Maybe you'll change your mind when you see him. They say he's got this intense presence."

The three girls made their way across the campus, joining the crowd gathering near the auditorium. The news had spread quickly - Vikram Singh Rathore and his team were already on campus. Mehek's heart started to beat faster, but she couldn't quite explain why. Maybe it was the tension in the air or the way everyone around her seemed on edge. She brushed it off, trying to focus on her friends.

Sofia was animated, her hands moving as she talked about all the stories she'd heard about Vikram's inner circle. "His right-hand man, Arman, is supposed to be some kind of genius hacker. And then there's Kartikeya. Apparently, he's the world's best boxer and super hot-headed."

"Hot-headed?" Mehek repeated, glancing at Sofia.

"Yeah, like, he's always ready for a fight. I'd be scared to even be in the same room with him," Sofia said, shaking her head dramatically.

As they approached the entrance, the sound of luxury cars arriving caught their attention. Heads turned, whispers filled the air, and phones were raised to capture the moment. The sleek black cars came to a stop, and out stepped three figures.

Vikram Singh Rathore was the first to exit. He was tall, his presence commanding, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit that seemed to fit his personality - sharp, dangerous, and untouchable. His face was stoic, his dark eyes scanning the crowd with an intensity that made everyone stop and stare.

Beside him was Arman, grinning like he was on a casual stroll in the park, clearly unfazed by the attention. He wore a leather jacket and jeans, his messy hair and easygoing attitude a sharp contrast to Vikram's serious demeanor. It was hard to believe someone so cheerful could be the most powerful hacker in the world.

And then there was Kartike .His muscular frame was impossible to miss, and the look on his face screamed "danger." His eyes were dark, and his jaw was clenched as he followed Vikram. There was an intensity about him that made the students instinctively step back.

Mehek's eyes widened as they walked toward the auditorium. She felt a strange pressure in her chest. "That's them," she whispered to her friends, her voice barely audible over the murmurs of the crowd.