Memories ✅️

About him

Rishi's pov

I Rishi Malhotra , a name that sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest of men. I was a ruthless and emotionless mafia boss, who lived for one thing alone - to expand my empire. Nothing else mattered to me, not even my own life.

My rise to power was a bloody one, marked by betrayal, violence, and deceit. I had no qualms about using any means necessary to get what I wanted, and my reputation for ruthlessness was legendary. My empire was built on fear, and I made sure that everyone knew it.

As I sat in my office, surrounded by my loyal henchmen, my eyes narrowed as I stared at the map of the city. I was planning my next move, my next conquest. My eyes scanned the streets, the neighborhoods, the businesses - everything was a potential target, a potential addition to my empire.

My phone rang, and I answered it without hesitation. "Yes?" I growled, my voice cold and detached.

My lieutenant knew better than to ask questions. He knew that I didn't tolerate failure, and that anyone who failed me would be dealt with swiftly and brutally.

As the days passed, my empire continued to grow, my power and influence spreading like a cancer. I was unstoppable, a force of nature that couldn't be contained.

But despite my success, I was a lonely man. I had no friends, no family, no one to share my triumphs with. I was alone, surrounded by my henchmen, but utterly alone.

And yet, I didn't care. I didn't need anyone, didn't need anything except my empire. I was a man without emotions, without feelings, without a soul.

As I walked through the streets, my presence was like a dark cloud, casting a shadow over everything I touched. People cowered as I passed, fearful of my wrath, fearful of my power.

I didn't notice, didn't care. I was a man on a mission, a mission to expand my empire, to increase my power, to become the most feared man in the city.

And I would stop at nothing to achieve it.