The story is of Viktor, in his past life as Arjun, he was counting his last breaths on earth, while laying on the deathbed cursing his misfortune, unaware that he was about to get a second chance at life, a do-over in another world, a chance at happ...
In the heart of New York City, on the sprawling top floor of Atlantis Tower, the atmosphere buzzed with tension and uncertainty. It was early evening, and a cool breeze wafted gently through the penthouse, teasing the expensive drapes that adorned the floor-to-ceiling windows. The views were breathtaking—skyscrapers glimmered in the twilight, and the glowing horizon promised a night filled with endless possibilities. But inside the elegant penthouse, a different kind of story was unfolding.
Arjun Singhania lay still on his hospital bed, the beeping machines around him punctuating the suffocating silence that enveloped the room. It had been two weeks since Katherine Harris had found him unconscious, sprawled across the cool marble floor of his luxurious penthouse. The agony of betrayal lanced through his mind, but an unsettling emptiness seeped deeper into his bones. Why was he here? Why him?
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The catalyst for his current plight began two weeks ago, a day that had started with promise and possibility. As he stepped out of a cleansing shower, his phone buzzed incessantly, a deafening cacophony that pulled him sharply from the bliss of anticipation for a night of unbridled passion with Ashley. Brows furrowed in confusion, he dried himself hastily, pulling on his clothes as he glanced at the screen—dozens of notifications lit up in bold letters from Katherine Harris, his personal secretary.
Katherine's voice had been nothing short of a panicked siren as he answered. "Mr. Singhania! You need to come to the office right now! It's Jerry—he's drained our accounts and vanished!" Each word felt like a hammer smashing against his heart. Jerry Cunningham, his trusted business partner, had always been reliable, or so he had thought. Arjun's disbelief turned to dread as he logged into the company's financial accounts, witnessing the unimaginable—a complete depletion of funds. His breathing grew shallow and frantic; he grabbed his disposable phone, dialing Jerry's private number, but all he received was an automated message. "The number you are trying to reach has been discontinued."
The shock sent ripples of horror coursing through him, ultimately knocking him down to the ground in his opulent penthouse. Katherine's frantic calls to him went unanswered, leading her to call emergency services when she arrived to find him sprawled on the floor, lifeless and pale.
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