In a world where love dances in the shadows, Anveer Singh Gill stands at the crossroads of power and passion. As the enigmatic CEO of Gill Enterprises and a feared mafia leader, he harbors dreams, where he believes he can escape his tangled past. Ye...
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Anveer Singh Gill woke up as dawn broke, the quietness of the morning fitting his mood. He rose from bed and did his morning routine, heading straight for the gym downstairs. His routine never faltered—lifting weights, pushing himself to the limit in the stillness, where no one else could bother him. It was the only time of day he truly felt at peace.
"Eh hi ek kaam hai jisme shanti hai," he muttered under his breath as he worked through his sets. (This is the only thing that feels peaceful.) By 7:00 AM, he was fresh out of the shower, dressed in his sharp grey suit, his hair perfectly set. He looked at his reflection briefly, his mind already shifting toward the day ahead.
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As he walked downstairs to the dining room, the sounds of his family chatting reached him. His father, and his grandfather, were sitting at the table discussing the usual business. His Chacha ji, , was already cracking jokes, lightening the mood as always.
Anveer slipped into his seat without a word, pouring himself a cup of black coffee. "Business da ki haal hai?" his father asked, still reading the paper. (How's the business going?) "Client naal meeting ajj shaam tak finalize ho jaye gi," Anveer replied, sipping his coffee. (The meeting with the client will be finalized by this evening.)
"Tu bilkul sahi direction vich jaa raha hai," grandfather said, pride gleaming in his eyes. (You're heading in the right direction.)
Before the conversation could deepen, *Chacha ji* jumped in with his usual humor. "Suna hai, Anveer. Kudiyaan ton door bhaagda hai. Sirf kaam naal vyah karvayega?" he teased, flashing a grin. (I hear Anveer runs away from girls. Is he going to marry his work instead?)
Anveer shot him a cold look and replied flatly, "Tusi zyada na socho." (Don't think too much either.)
Everyone at the table laughed, except Anveer, who remained focused on his breakfast. His mother smiled warmly and placed a paratha on his plate.
"Puttar ji, kabhi kabhi muskurana bhi seekh lo," she said softly, brushing her hand over his shoulder. (Son, learn to smile sometimes too.)
Anveer softened slightly at her words, giving her a small nod—his way of showing affection.
