His heart twisted painfully. He cupped her cheek with his free hand, eyes wide with a flicker of panic.
"I'm so sorry," he rasped, his voice breaking. "Did I hurt you?"
Her lips curved into a faint, sorrowful smile that pierced him deeper than any...
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The subtle scent of fear mingled with curiosity, almost tangible. People stepped back unconsciously, their instinct screaming what their minds refused to admit. Yuvan Singhania did not ask for respect. He demanded it. His aura alone carried the weight of empires, of deals that could ruin lives in a single signature. The dark magnetism he exuded was both intoxicating and suffocating.
Yet his mind was elsewhere. The Mathur Enterprises.
It had always been a thorn in every business's side, but never a threat. Not until now.
"That pathetic excuse of a competitor is clawing his way up, dreaming to stand where I am. Desperation won't help Kunal. He doesn't know the storm he's inviting." Anger roared behind his controlled gaze, a wildfire kept behind steel doors, sparking in every thought as he moved past rigorous security checks with a nod and a glance.
The name Yuvan Singhania alone carved fear into hearts. Admiration existed, but it was fear that truly cemented loyalty. No one challenged him without consequence. Not loss. Not humiliation. Death, ruin, exposure, opposition came with stakes far beyond the balance sheet. And tonight, the stakes were personal.
Mathur Enterprises had crossed the line, sabotaging a project meticulously planned to perfection. Yuvan's cold eyes glinted with calculation. Kunal Mathur was always his rival. His underworld ties were a twisted kind of amusement. And betrayal from within his own team, a leak while Yuvan was in Italy, added fuel to the fire. That fool would regret underestimating him.
"I'll make him beg for mercy," he thought, the words a venomous promise that made his pulse quicken. Yuvan's empire was built on silence, shadows, and precision. Threaten him, and the consequences would be merciless.
For Yuvan, secrecy wasn't just a strategy; it was his survival code. The world knows him as the CEO of Singhania Corporation, and that's how he prefers it.
He let the unfinished thought linger in his mind, a smirk curling at the corner of his lips. The beast within him didn't surface often, but when it did, it left nothing but destruction in its wake.
Seated in his VIP section-a secluded yet open area of the club guarded by his private security-Yuvan exuded calm dominance. Reclining on a sleek black leather couch, he stretched his legs out casually, a stark contrast to the storm raging in his mind.
His jaw clenched tightly, the muscles ticking as his thoughts churned. Each scenario he envisioned only strengthened his resolve. The traitor would pay, Mathur would suffer, and his name would remain untouchable.
