The Pavilion Panther | Shubman Gill |

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This one for my love unsaidwordsmusingsx

You inspire me so much and I want to thank Wattpad and ICT because, without them, we wouldn't be friends!

Word Count- 33k

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The aroma of freshly brewed filter coffee hung heavy in the air, a familiar morning symphony in the sprawling penthouse that housed the notorious 'The Pavilion Panthers' – Mumbai's most respected and feared mafia gang.

Virat Kohli, a man sculpted from granite with a simmering intensity in his eyes, slammed the newspaper down on the table. "Those Falcones are getting out of hand," he growled, his voice gravelly from sleep. Anushka, his wife, emerged from the kitchen, a serene smile gracing her beautiful face. Despite the constant tension that clung to Virat like a second skin, her love for him never wavered. She placed a steaming mug in front of him, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. "Easy there, Captain Grumpy. Coffee first, then world domination plans."

Across the table, Rohit Sharma, the strategist with a perpetually sarcastic glint in his eyes, chuckled. "Don't mind him, Anushka. Virat just needs his morning dose of righteous anger to function." Ritika, his childhood sweetheart turned wife, materialized beside him, a financial report clutched in her hand. "Speaking of needing things to function," she said dryly, "have you looked at the expense report for Athiya's last undercover mission? Apparently, 'essential disguises' include a full diamond necklace."

Rohit winced. "Honey, I think you meant 'essential discussions' with the supplier." Their playful banter was a stark contrast to the seriousness of their world.

Just then, KL Rahul, the information broker with a disarmingly sweet smile, entered, his arm slung protectively around Athiya Shetty. Athiya wasn't afraid to get her hands dirty, unlike the other wives. A runaway heiress rescued by Rahul on one of their missions, she was notorious for using her chameleon-like disguises to infiltrate enemy ranks. Today, she sported a head of fiery red hair and a bored expression. "Good morning, everyone," she drawled, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Same old, same old, I presume?"

At the far end of the table, Shubman Gill, the enigmatic tech whiz, tapped away silently on his laptop. A veil of secrecy surrounded him, his past a mystery even to his closest colleagues. He rarely spoke, preferring to let his digital prowess do the talking.

Anushka, ever the nurturer, noticed a grimace on Virat's face. "What's wrong, love?" she asked, her concern evident.

Virat scowled. "Another shipment's been hit. Looks like the Falcons are making a power play."

The room fell silent. The playful morning banter gave way to the cold professionalism that defined them. In this house of love and laughter, danger was a constant companion. But together, the Men in Black, with their brilliant minds, fierce loyalty, and the unwavering support of their women, were prepared to face any storm.

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The polished mahogany of the conference table gleamed under the harsh fluorescent lights. The air in the room crackled with a tension thicker than the Mumbai humidity. Virat, his jaw clenched tight, slammed a manila folder onto the table. Inside lay photos, gruesome testaments to their recent "negotiations" with a rogue diamond supplier.

"That settles that problem," he growled, the words laced with a dangerous finality. "But the diamonds are still missing."

Rohit, ever the strategist, leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers. "Indeed. We know Sunil went rogue, skimming off the top for some unidentified buyer. Now, Sunil's gone, and his men are singing like canaries... but with missing beaks."