Kayan went upstairs to meet his only child MILO, his two-year-old black panther.
MILO is his partner in crime .
As Kayan reached his room he saw a black fury, dangerous beast sleeping on the bed like he owns the place.
Actually, he does
After greeting milo he went to my closet
Kayan wore his favoring a charcoal gray that fits snugly across his broad shoulders. The fabric is heavier, suggesting suit durability and strength, mirroring his own imposing demeanor. His shirt is a deep black, with the top button casually undone, giving him a rugged edge. Thick silver cufflinks in the shape of a bull's head add a personal touch, while his dark leather boots, slightly scuffed, hint at a life lived on the edge of danger.
As I stood in the entrance of my home, the familiar surroundings felt both comforting and confining. The sun dipped below the horizon, illuminating the world in hues of amber and gold, but there was no time to linger. I adjusted the lapels of my impeccably tailored navy suit in the hallway mirror, ensuring I exuded nothing less than confidence, authority, and decisiveness. Tonight was critical, and every detail mattered.
The weight of the evening pressed upon me as I took a deep breath. I could sense the tension that hung in the air, a premonition of the conversations that awaited me. Each step toward the front door echoed with purpose, a reminder of the power I wielded and the responsibilities that came with it.
I stepped outside, greeted by the fresh evening air. The driveway stretched before me, framed with perfectly manicured hedges and illuminated by soft lights—my personal sanctuary, a fortress of wealth and power. The sleek black sedan awaited me, an extension of my will and status in this world.
I strode toward it, the click of my polished shoes against the pavement steady and measured.
"Good evening, Sir," Reyansh said, his voice a steady anchor amidst the storm of my thoughts as he held the door open for me. He was already dressed in his professional attire, an example of poise and readiness. In his hand, he carried the leather briefcase filled with our strategic plans and critical documents. I nodded at him, appreciating his efficiency and the careful preparation he always brought to our endeavors.
As Reyansh slid into the seat opposite me and placed the briefcase beside him, I felt the weight of the world outside dissipate, replaced by the comforting rumble of the engine.
As we pulled away, the city unfolded before me. The skyline blurred into a web of lights, each flicker reminiscent of the ongoing battles for power and respect. My mind raced through the intricacies of the meeting ahead. There were alliances to reinforce, rivalries to navigate, and unspoken tensions to manage.
I glanced in the rearview mirror, catching Reyansh's gaze. His expression was focused, reflecting the seriousness of the mission ahead. He understood the stakes as well as I did. I preferred working with those who respected the weight of silence as much as the power of spoken words. While others may see a mere cityscape, I saw a battleground—a stage where I would need to assert myself and remind my counterparts why I held my position.
The throaty growl of the car engine filled the air, a low undercurrent that matched the thumping of my heart. This was my world, one where every decision, every glance, and every gesture mattered. I was prepared to command the room, to sway the minds around that table, to remind them who held the strings of influence.
As we approached the King's Hotel, the gleaming façade loomed large against the backdrop of night, a beacon of opulence and clandestine dealings. The thrill of impending confrontation electrified the air around me.
I straightened my tie, smoothing the lapel of my suit one final time, steeling myself for what lay ahead.
Here, at the King's Hotel, in this critical moment, I would make decisions that echoed far beyond these walls. The stakes were high, and I was ready to reaffirm my place at the top. With a deep breath, I prepared to step back into the fray, flanked by Reyansh, my steadfast secretary, who would ensure everything went according to plan tonight.
"Oh, look who is here, Welcome Rudra fucking Suryavanshi"
Rudra Suryavanshi my best friend or should I say Mera LANGOTIYA YARR
He is brothers from different mothers.
"Why baby was you missing me my Kayan "he said in a dramatic voice
"You shut up or I will hang your dead body in front of your darling's room"
"You won't dare to do so.MR. SINGHANI" Rudra said in cold voice
"Leave this tell me about the shipment of the red rubies"
"We have about 5,000 carats ready to go. The rubies are from our latest mine in Myanmar, and they're of exceptional quality. We'd like to ensure they're transported securely". Said by Rudra confidently
And about Rajput's are they trying to Mendel in my business"
"Umm, no but about your case related to ministers what about that, did you find any eligible lawyer for that" Rudra asked with a little concern
"Yes, I have found one, who will be a little pawn in my game and my lawyer too" I said in a dark voice.
"Who is she"
The only daughter of that MOTHERFUCKER Rajput and the only sister of Ekansh Rajput, this is just the beginning of the ritual in which I will command, and she will obey".
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