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♡ Author's Pov ♡
It was 6 a.m., and the city was waking up to the melodies of chirping birds. Children stirred in their beds as mothers called them for school, while fathers prepared for work. The bustling rhythm of morning life echoed in every corner, but inside the imposing Raizada Haveli, an entirely different energy loomed.
A man, cloaked in a dark aura that radiated power, stirred from his sleep. His movements were deliberate, commanding respect even in solitude. He stretched his arms, his chiseled frame outlined by the soft glow of the dawn breaking through the curtains. Rising from the bed, he moved with purpose to begin his day.
After freshening up, he walked to the private kitchen in his chamber, where he poured himself a glass of warm water. He sipped it slowly, his sharp gaze fixed on nothing in particular, lost in thought. Without delay, he made his way to his gym, another part of his opulent chamber. The clang of weights and the rhythm of his workout filled the silence until a sharp ring interrupted.
Ring… ring… ring…
Grabbing a towel, he wiped the sweat from his brow and picked up the phone.
“Hello?” he answered, his voice deep and authoritative.
“Sir, the guns and drugs… they’re gone. They’re not on the ships,” came a panicked voice from the other end.
His brows furrowed, a storm brewing in his eyes. “What do you mean, ‘they’re gone’? Who dared to do this?” His voice rose, each word slicing through the line like a blade.
“Sir… it’s her,” the man stammered.
A string of curses left his lips as he ran a hand through his hair, pacing the gym. “Her? That woman! Why is she back? Why wasn’t I informed?”
