~THE CONVERGENCE OF SHADOWS~

The world had always been theirs.
Not in the way a government claims territory, but in the silent, absolute dominion held by shadows with more power than any parliament.
For decades, the surnames Tiwari, Mishra, Upadhyay, Rawat, Shukla, Chawda, Jha, Singh, and Pathak hadn't just belonged to influential families-they were codes for the world's most formidable, untouchable cartel.

These ten weren't villains; they were the executioners of evil, the final court of appeal, the self-appointed, high-net-worth vigilantes who operated so far above the law, the global governments merely cleared their path.

Their parents, pillars of traditional, respectable society, had initially dreamt of a quaint, middle-class life for their children. They had offered them a simple, sturdy root.

But the children had chosen the banyan tree, its roots plunging deep into the lucrative soil of global justice and high-stakes finance, their branches a sprawling canopy of shadow and steel.

Now, years after their reluctant concession to their children's extraordinary path, the parents had made a final, non-negotiable decree. The single, famously lethal offspring were to be consolidated.

In a modern palace overlooking the Arabian Sea-a sprawling architectural marvel that scorned the term "mansion"-the nine independent forces were to live together. They knew each other, of course.
But to live together?
That was a different kind of war.

"The roots of a banyan tree must grow together if the canopy is to survive the storm."

"Ten shadows, ten separate blades, now bound by one sheath,
Let us see if they cut each other or carve a path forward."

The doors of the Palace-Mansion in Mumbai swung open, welcoming not a family, but an armory. The world's most dangerous protectors were home, and the real storm was just beginning.