Dev Singh Oberoi is a billionaire and the secret king of mafias, feared and respected in both the business and criminal underworld. His life takes an unexpected turn when he encounters Naina Agarwal, a breathtakingly brave young woman from a promine...
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I stood in the dimly lit torture room, the cold air biting at my skin. The man in front of me, bound to the chair, was trembling like a leaf. His eyes were wide with terror, tears streaming down his face, mixing with the sweat that dripped from his brow. The sight of his fear, his desperation—it should have made me feel something. Anything. But all I felt was the icy calm that always settled over me in moments like this.
He had created me in business, dared to rise against me, and now here he was, begging for his life. "Please, sir… don’t hurt me… let me go," he whimpered, his voice cracking. "I’ll do anything…"
I tilted my head, studying him as if he were some pathetic creature I had no choice but to deal with. His pleas were nothing more than background noise to me, irrelevant to what was about to happen. I had no intention of letting him walk away. No one defies me. No one survives after making that mistake.
“Anything?” I echoed his words mockingly, a cold smile creeping onto my lips. I reached for the knife on the table, the blade gleaming under the weak light. I could see the moment he realized there was no escape, the terror in his eyes deepening as I approached.
"You think I’ll just let you leave after what you did?" I murmured, my voice low, dangerous. "You think you can betray me and then beg for mercy? You think I’m that kind of man?"
He shook his head frantically, the ropes binding his wrists digging into his flesh as he struggled. "No… please… I didn’t mean to… I’ll fix it, I swear… just don’t…"
I brought the knife to his cheek, cutting him off mid-sentence. The sharp edge pressed against his skin, and he froze, his breath hitching in his throat. For a moment, I let the silence hang between us, savoring his fear. His chest heaved as he fought for air, as if each breath might be his last.
"You should have thought about this before you decided to cross me," I said, my voice cold as the blade I held. "Now… it’s too late."
With a swift motion, I dragged the knife down his cheek, the blade slicing through flesh. Blood welled up, spilling over his skin as he screamed, the sound echoing off the stone walls. I didn’t flinch. I didn’t stop. His screams were music to my ears, a reminder of the control I held over life and death.
"You wanted to take what’s mine," I continued, my voice calm even as his cries grew louder. "You wanted to ruin me. But you forgot one thing…"
I paused, watching as his body convulsed with pain, his eyes wide with terror. He was barely coherent now, his words slurred by the agony I’d inflicted. "Sir… please…"
"You forgot that I’m not the kind of man who leaves things unfinished," I whispered, leaning close enough that he could feel the heat of my breath on his skin. "I’m not the kind of man who lets his enemies walk away."
I pressed the knife to his throat, the blade biting into his skin. He choked on a sob, his entire body trembling. "Please… don’t…"
But his words meant nothing. I wasn’t here to show mercy. I wasn’t here to let him live. I was here to make him understand that no one—no one—defies Dev Singh Oberoi .
