Bound by Shadows

POV: Jay Singh Singhan: His private mansion on the outskirts of Delhi

The world feared my name — and they were right to.

I wasn’t just a businessman. I was a weapon sharpened by betrayal and blood.

I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of my private study, sipping black coffee, watching the sun rise over the Singhaniaville estate — my fortress. Behind me, walls lined with guns, ledgers, and secrets.

Every morning started the same. Cold. Silent. Controlled.

Just like me.

🦁 My Name Is Jay Singh Singhania.

Age: 27.

CEO of Singhania Industries — one of India's most powerful corporate empires.

Mafia King of Delhi — ruling the underworld from behind expensive suits and boardroom meetings.

Feared. Respected. Untouchable.

🏛️ The Singhania Legacy

My grandfather built the business with blood and steel.

My father expanded it with charm and corruption.

I... made it ruthless.

My father, Raghav Singh Singhania, died in a car explosion when I was 18.

Or so the public believes.

Only a few know the truth — and they don’t live long.

My mother, Devika Singh, lives in the family mansion but avoids questions. She prays for my soul like it isn’t already damned.

I have no siblings.

No wife.

No softness left in me.

🔥 Tattoos Don’t Lie

The dragon tattoo across my chest?

It was inked after I burned my enemies in a warehouse fire that made headlines — and no arrests.

The snake winding around my right forearm?

A reminder that I strike when you least expect it.

People call me cold, calculated, cruel.

They're not wrong.

💼 My Dual World

By day, I sign billion-rupee deals and make headlines on business channels.

By night, I run weapons, silence threats, and erase enemies.

I don’t trust. I don’t forgive.

I don’t believe in love — only loyalty, and even that comes with a price.

📞 “Sir, the girl has been spotted.”

My right-hand man, Ravi, entered the room with his usual stiff posture.

“Where?”

“IIT Delhi. Department of Engineering. Her name is Kriti Rajput.”

I paused.

Rajput.

The daughter of Bhanu Rajput — the same man who stood smiling in press conferences while my father’s body burned.

“I want eyes on her. No interaction. Not yet.”

Ravi nodded. “Understood.”

I turned back toward the window, a shadow creeping over my face.

Innocent or not... she’s part of this war.

And in my world, no one walks in without consequences.

📌 Chapter Ending Tease:

> Jay smirks coldly.

In the distance, the sound of sirens fades.

"Let the games begin," he whispers.