In the heart of the bustling 21st century, Veeranshu Rajput and Mahira Sengupta were living the kind of life most people only dream of. Veeranshu, a man of imposing stature and quiet strength, had risen to become one of the world's most powerful and...
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The hum of the jet engines was a constant reminder of the unwanted journey I was currently on. I sat back in the plush leather seat of my private jet, my jaw clenched in frustration. It was the middle of the night, and instead of attending to more pressing matters, I was flying halfway across the world to India. Business demanded my presence, and not just any business—there was an emergency in my Mumbai branch that required my personal attention. It was a betrayal, and nothing irked me more than disloyalty.
Kevin sat across from me, reviewing the details of the situation. "Sir, the leak came from an insider," he said, his voice tight with professionalism. "Someone within our ranks betrayed us and leaked the details of our upcoming hotel chain launch to rival companies. We've suffered considerable financial loss, but more than that, our reputation has been dented."
I listened, barely concealing my anger as I stared at the footage on my tablet. There it was—the grainy image of a figure slipping confidential documents to someone else. It enraged me how someone could even think of crossing me. The betrayal was like a thorn digging deeper into my skin, and the fact that I had to leave everything in the middle of the night to personally deal with it only added salt to the wound.
"Find them," I muttered, my voice low but heavy with intent. "And make them regret it."
Kevin nodded, continuing his report. "This will be your first time in India, sir. We’ve arranged everything at your mansion in Mumbai. It’s already prepared for your arrival."
I kept my eyes on the tablet, not saying much. India. It was odd, wasn’t it? I had never set foot there, and yet my name—Veeranshu—was distinctly Indian. I had no memories of my past, nothing to tie me to that country, but still, there was this strange, lingering connection. I brushed the thought aside as quickly as it came. I didn’t have time for sentimentality.
The jet began its descent as we approached Mumbai, the city slowly becoming visible beneath us as the sky began to lighten with the approaching dawn. Once we landed, a fleet of bulletproof SUVs was already waiting, their polished exteriors gleaming under the early morning light. My security team, a small army in itself, was gathered, ready to escort me.
As we drove through the city, I noticed the streets were still wet from what must have been heavy rain the night before. The air was thick with the scent of fresh earth, mingled with the faint aroma of spices and street food from vendors already setting up their stalls. The hustle and bustle of Mumbai was just starting, the city waking up to another chaotic day.
Traffic came to an abrupt stop, and my impatience flared. Tapping my fingers against the glass, I watched the sea of cars around us, honking at one another in a symphony of noise. People on scooters weaved in and out of traffic, barely missing the bumpers of larger vehicles, while pedestrians darted across the street. Some stared at the convoy of black SUVs, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and awe. I supposed it wasn't every day they saw such a high-security entourage. It probably looked like something straight out of a spy movie.
