" You are my court . You are my crown. You are my queen . You want a throne - I'll give you a fucking throne."
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Atharv Agnivanshi: Dyanamic , cold hearted mafia boss who rules the world with mere snap of fingers...
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The story revolves around two powerful mafia groups the Agnivanshis and the Shekhawats. Both groups are competing to secure a major deal with the Russian Mafia to provide drugs and weapons. Despite the Shekhawat Mafia's victory in the competition, they find themselves in a precarious situation due to not having sufficient resources to fulfill the high-stakes demand from the Russian Mafia. This leaves the Shekhawat Mafia exposed and vulnerable to significant consequences for being unable to meet their end of the bargain with the powerful and dangerous Russian Mafia.
"Mr. Shekhawat we don't have enough resources" Praveen Shekhawat's secretary murmurs as his hands shivers while he gave the unfortunate piece of information to the boss who didn't seem quite fond of the circumstances he was informed of.
Elsewhere..
"How can this happen?" Digvijay Agnivanshi the head of the Agnivanshi family says while exasperatedly banging the file on the table . "we worked so hard for it, we could have gotten so powerful just by seizing the deal with Russian mafia. Now the Italian mafias would come for us" he added with a hint of frustration in his voice
"So what are we going to do now?" Mr. Singh, the secretary of Praveen Shekhawat asked cautiously. "I'm not the only one in trouble right now, am I?" Praveen says with a subtle smirk. "Reminds me of a long forgotten friend of mine. Who is under some sort of threat these days" Praveen adds knowing he came up with a solution. Mr. Singh's eyes comically widened knowing what was going on in his employer's mind "but, sir-" he hesitantly tried to make his boss rethink his decisions but was cut off in the middle "no, we don't have an option" Praveen says in a strict tone.
"Do Shekhawats have enough to provide to the Russian mafia?" Digvijay Agnivanshi asks his secretary after a minute of silence "According to our sources, he is in huge trouble he doesn't even have half of the weapons and narcotics Russian mafia asked for" the employee replies. A sly smile makes its way to Digvijay's lips "Send the message to my 'long lost friend' Praveen Shekhawat" Digvijay says in a sinister tone, his voice dripping with sarcasm "I think we might have something to talk about" he adds.
............................................................................ Meanwhile in the Courtroom,
"I hereby declare the suspect guilty of inappropriately touching childrens at the St. Mother Teresa orphanage. The culprit shall be punished with imprisonment of 5 years under POSCO Act of 2012, this punishment might be extended after the statements of jailer who will be monitoring the culprit which shall be taken in consideration. With this Miss Akshara Shekhawat wins the case. The court is dismissed" Judge announced as people started bustling out of the courtroom. As the young, charismatic, gorgeous lawyer Akshara Shekhawat starts arranging her paperworks. The culprit dragged by the cops stops right in front of her desks and mutters "I will remember the name and make you pay for it real soon" receiving nothing but a cold nonchalant glare screaming 'try me bitch'.
She later leaves the courtroom with elegance. Her walk was filled with confidence her cold dark eyes that observed every minute thing happening around her, her glasses resting on the top of her nose. Fellow lawyers gossiping about how she has never lost a single case against anyone. No one ever tried to approach her as she belonged to an 'influential' family. She has heard all the gossips and was kind of lonely but she couldn't care less. For her she was the workaholic devotee and her job was her religion which she worshipped with passion. All her 26 years old self knew was she didn't want to be stagnant and hold herself back due to some trivial pitiful situation. She knew she wasn't weak, vulnerable or a damsel in distress that was needed to be saved and she was hell bent on proving that everyone.
In Agnivanshi empire's basement,
Sound of a punch echoes throughout the basement. "I'm asking you for one last time before I kill you, who leaked the information? If you tell me I will let you live" 28 years old Atharv Agnivanshi's deep masculine voice was all the people in the basement could hear amidst the pin drop silence "I don't know, sir. I was just paid to share the information. I have no idea please let me go" the person tied to the chair who probably wanted to wince everytime he inhaled air due to pain replied. Atharv lowers his head and lets out a bitter chuckle banging his gun on the arm rest of the chair where the traitor's hands were tied, almost as if it was the last warning. "I think it's the Shekhawats, Sir" the poor man replies desperate to leave this horrific scene not knowing what he signed up for.
Gunshots, that's all people heard and a dead man whose body was tattooed with bruises that didn't look like the would have healed anytime soon and holes that were visible soon after the gunshots, was what they witnessed. Yet, no one dared to step up and fight as they knew the consequences won't be something they would enjoy. The same deep voice with depth of the ocean started speaking again. "I assume every person standing over here knows about the peace pact that was signed between the Agnivanshis and Shekhawats!" His voice was low yet intimidating "and still some of you still dare to bring up the Shekhawats . If you think Agnivanshis are incompetent push overs and you can trigger us by mentioning Shekhawats in this empire. Let me tell you one thing, we are five times bigger than them with more resources. They are the closest competitors but they are no where close to us and next time I hear or witness any of you mentioning them you will end up like that" he adds
Atharv says pointing towards the lifeless body of the man who was trembling in fear begging for his life few moments back. "I want this mess cleaned up and out of my basement"
He orders his right hand man and friend Saksham in his usual imperative and authoritative tone and marches out of the basement.
