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When people in the Americas spoke about the boss—the one who ran all the drug ports, their shipments, the mass murders and organised the greatest gambling auctions, all of them imagined a similar figure.

An old white man, who spoke one of the romance languages and spent his free time playing golf. Afterall, it was one of the greatest stereotypes that had been manipulated in people's head and had been passed over time.

Who they didn't imagine was a young Pakistani man, with honey-like brown skin and dark black eyes which resembled the black hole. It was an idea which never occurred to anyone, even in the deepest parts of their head.

And this turned out to be the biggest reason why Rizwan Ali Khan always seemed to escape.

Over the time, he learnt to use this prejudice to his greatest advantage, the greatest spell he possessed and the one he planned to use in order to bring everyone down to their knees, as he sat on the throne.

His tale was fabricated and built by those around him but was manoeuvred by his own intentions. So, when someone tried to change it, every soul knew that it had to be rewritten.

In hushed whispers, the shadows unfurl, revealing a dark tale that claws its way through the depths of souls, a chilling narrative that dares to be told.


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