Ch-1 "Finish him off!"
"I want to make it clear that it should not be compared to any other book or character.
If you find any similarities in scenes or situations, it is just a coincidence.
My male lead is not a soft at all, his soft side only for his woman and his personality, choices and actions may not appeal to everyone.
Some of his behaviour may make you uncomfortable or even shocked, so no one is forcing to read, and if you feel uneasy about intense character dynamics, it is perfectly okay to stop reading!"
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Few lines for Aditya Singhania-
"Wo aisa tha jaise ek gehri raat mein chamakta chaand,
Itna khoobsurat ki nazar hatana mushkil,
Aur itna khatarnaak ki kareeb jana mushkil."
Let's start the story ♥️
Aditya was returning home at 2 AM, heavily drunk. Kabir was driving the car, with guards in surrounding vehicles, their headlights slicing through the dark, deserted streets.
He leaned back in his seat, his tie loosened, and a bottle of whiskey in his hand, occasionally taking a sip. Suddenly, his phone buzzed. It was Nikita.
Aditya, barely focusing, answered the call with a lazy, "Hmm...?"
Nikita's voice was urgent on the other end.
"Adi, come quickly. Your presence is needed here. It's serious."
He ended the call without another word and turned to Kabir, slurring, "Kabir, turn the car around."
Kabir glanced at him through the rearview mirror.
"Boss, you've had too much to drink. Let's get home first. I'll handle this later."
His eyes narrowed, his voice dropping dangerously.
"Did I ask for a debate, Kabir? Turn the car arround now."
Kabir sighed, knowing better than to argue further.
"Alright, Boss," he said and turned the car.
They soon arrived at the syndicate headquarters, the dimly lit room buzzing with tention.
Aarav, was furiously typing on his system, a dozed screens displaying streams of data. Nikita stood beside him, her arms crossed, her face pale with anger. In the centre of the room, a man was on his knees, restrained by two gaurds, sweat dripping from his forehead.
Aditya walked in, his presence commanding the room.
He glanced at Nikita and asked, "Nikita, what's going on here?"
Nikita stepped forward, her tone sharp, "Adi, this man has been double-crossing us. Aarav dug into his communications. He's been feeding intel to one of our rivals."
Aditya raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. Without hasitation, he pulled out his gun, the sound of the safety clicking off making everyone in the room tense. He fired a warning shot near the man's feet, causing him to flinch and cry out.
He walked up to the man, his cold, piercing gaze making the man tremble.
"So," Aditya said, his voice dripping with menace, "You've got the guts to betray me now?"
The man stammered, tears streaming down his face.
"S... Sir... Sir, please, it won't happen again... I... I swear on my family!"
Aditya sneered, disgusted by the display. He kicked the man hard in the face, sending him sprawling to the ground.
"Your family won't recognize you after tonight."
He turned to the guards, his voice calm but deadly.
"Finish him off. And make sure his body is delivered as a gift to the gang he was working for. They should know what happens when someone messes with Aditya Singhania. Let it be a warning."
As Aditya walked out, he adjusted his jacket and muttered to himself, "Idiots like him don't deserve to breathe my air."
Kabir followed him silently, the faint sound of a gunshot echoing behind them as the guards carried out the order.
"Kabir Malhotra"
(Aditya's right-hand man and trusted confident. Orphaned as a child, Kabir owes his life to Aditya, who raised him like a brother. Sharp, resourceful, and fiercely loyal, Kabir manages the dirtiest tasks with ruthless efficiency.)
"The Black Falcon Syndicate (Aditya's Secretive Network)"
The group operates internationally, ensuring Aditya's dominance in both the legal diamond trade and illegal operations.
"Nikita Sen (The syndicate's leader)"
(Is a cold, calculating strategist who executes Aditya's commands without question.)
"Aarav Sethi (The hacker)"
(A tech prodigy and a recluse who manages Aditya's cyber operations.)
"Next morning!"
Aditya wakes up in his luxurious penthouse, clutching his throbbing head.
The lavish room is dimly lit, with heavy curtains drawn over the tall windows.
Kabir enters the room with a glass of water and a concerned look on his face.
"Boss," Kabir says, with a smirk that barely conceals his worry,
"You really overdid it last night. You drank enough to put an elephant to sleep."
Aditya rubs his temples and groans, his voice hoarse.
"Yeah, Kabir, I know. My head feels like it's going to split in half. Get me something strong to fix this mess. I'll go get shower - I need to get my act together today. Got to visit the showroom too." His tone, though commanding, carries a weariness that Kabir has grown accustomed to.
Kabir nods dutifully, "Understood, Boss. I'll take care of it."
Just as Aditya is about to rise, he pauses and frowns slightly.
"By the way, where's Dadi? I didn't see her last night when I got back."
His voice softens as he asks about her - an unusual tenderness in the otherwise stoic mafia boss. Dadi is only family Aditya has left, and she's the one person who can make him feel human.
Kabir, ever perceptive, sighs before responding, "She's downstairs, Boss. Praying in the temple room. But she's upset with you - says you came home way too late again."
Aditya's eyes widen, and he mutters under his breath, "Ohh... Damn it! I completely forgot to check in with her. Let me go to her first."
He quickly dons a robe and strides downstairs, the marble floors echoing under his steps. When he enters the temple room, his Dadi, draped in a white saree, is seated on a mat with folded hands, deep in prayer.
The faint scent of sandalwood incense fills the air.
He feeling a pang of guilt, kneels beside her and wraps his arms around herl lovingly from behind.
"Dadi," he whispers, his voice soft and sincere, "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I just caught up with work and lost track of time."
Dadi, without opening her eyes, lets out a sigh of both affection and exasperation.
"Adi beta, tum 3 baje subah Ghar aane ko sirf waqt ka khayal na rehna kahte ho? Isliye main hamesha kahti hoon ki shaadi kar lo! Tumhe apni parwah nahi hai, lekin agar tumhari biwi hogi to wo tumhari parwah karegi, aur shayad tum uske liye waqt par ghar aane lagi."
(Translation- "Adi beta, you call coming home at 3 AM just losing track of time? That's why I always tell you to get married! You don't care about yourself, but if you had a wife, she'd care for you, and maybe you'd start coming home on time for her sake."
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