In the heart of Mumbai's Vibrant chaous, Rhishav Shekhawat, 30-year-old CEO, strode in his Skyscraper office,a fortess build on ambition.
''Another deal, another victory,'' he muttered to himself,masking the emptiness dawing at his insides.
Meanwhil...
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The neon lights of Mumbai glowed softly against the night sky, the city's heartbeat pulsing with an energy that never seemed to wane. I sat behind my large mahogany desk, my fingers drumming rhythmically on the polished surface. Papers were strewn about, and the soft hum of the air conditioning filled the room. The underworld was always in motion, deals being made, territories being disputed. As the mafia lord, I had to stay two steps ahead of everyone. My phone buzzed, breaking my concentration. I glanced at the screen, and a slow smile spread across my face. It was a call I hadn't expected but had anticipated for a long time.
"Varun," I greeted, my voice smooth and composed. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
On the other end of the line, Varun Singh's voice was as cold as steel. "Rishav, I'm coming back to India."
I leaned back in my chair, the leather creaking softly. "After five years? What's brought this on? Is it the underworld business you went there for?"
A low chuckle resonated through the phone. "You could say that. I've wrapped up everything I needed to over here. It's time to return home."
My mind raced. Varun had left for Italy under the pretense of expanding Singh Enterprises' reach, but we both knew the real reason. There had been whispers of an intricate network he was setting up, something that would make him even more formidable. And if Varun was coming back, it meant he had succeeded.
"And the someone special you mentioned?" I asked, curiosity lacing my words.
"Aradhya," Varun replied, his tone softening slightly. "She's important to me, Rishav. I want you to meet her. And there's someone else I want her to meet too—my sister, Kaira."
My eyebrows shot up in surprise. Varun Singh, the man known for his ruthlessness and cruelty, was speaking with an unfamiliar tenderness. "Important, huh? You've got my attention."
"I'm landing in Mumbai tomorrow evening," Varun continued. "I'll send you the details. We need to talk, Rishav. There's a lot to catch up on."
"Looking forward to it," I said, a smile tugging at the corner of my lips. "Welcome back, Varun."
The call ended, and I sat back, deep in thought. Varun's return would shift the balance of power in the underworld. As dangerous and ruthless as he was, Varun was also a brilliant strategist. I had always respected him, even when we butted heads.
Pouring myself a drink, I raised my glass, the amber liquid glistening in the dim light. "Welcome back, old friend. Let's see what chaos you bring this time."
