It was around 8 PM. The city of Mumbai was lost in its own rhythm, but at this hour, a different atmosphere lingered in the tallest building of the city—**Rathore Towers**.
From the large glass windows of the office on the top floor, all of Mumbai shimmered and sparkled in view. Even at 8 PM, the city looked quite busy.
Bathed in soft yellow and golden lighting, the expensive interiors, the beautiful costly paintings on the walls, and the diamond-studded statues on the table all showcased the luxury of the place. But behind this beauty was a power that could make anyone tremble with fear—**Yuvraj Rathore**.
Yuvraj Rathore… India's top businessman and the most dangerous mafia king. Even at the age of 40, his personality was no less than that of a model—tall height, muscular body, deep brown eyes, a sharp nose, and a chiseled jawline.
But the coldness on his face was enough to send shivers down anyone's spine. There was always a strange sternness on his face—as if he cared about nothing. Everyone feared his power, but he valued only one thing—**profit**. For him, every relationship, every person was just a **deal**. He only cared about his benefit. He didn't think twice before harming anyone for his own gain.
He was called the **shark of the business world**. Whoever went against him, he devoured them like a shark. He was just as ruthless.
At the moment, he was sitting on his dark black chair, wearing glasses. A laptop was open in front of him, and he was staring at the screen with deep focus. His eyes were cold. Though his eyes were on the laptop, his mind seemed to be elsewhere. Suddenly, someone knocked on the door.
"Come in," he said in a cold voice without even looking at the door.
With his permission, a 28-year-old young man slowly opened the door and entered. His name was **Neeraj**. He was Yuvraj's oldest and most trusted assistant. Neeraj was the only one who could handle Yuvraj's anger and arrogance. No one else could manage Yuvraj. Neeraj was the son of Yuvraj's friend. After Neeraj's father passed away, Yuvraj had taken care of him. Neeraj lived in his house.
Neeraj had always had the courage to speak up to Yuvraj without fear. Perhaps that's why he had been with him for so many years. Yuvraj liked people like Neeraj who were dedicated to their work.
Yuvraj was technically Neeraj's uncle, but he never treated him like a nephew. He always treated him like an employee.
"Sir, the deal is finalized. But…" Neeraj said in a calm voice.
Yuvraj looked up at him. Just one look from him was enough to intimidate anyone.
"But what?" Yuvraj asked, exhaling a cold breath.
Neeraj took a deep breath and continued,
"They are demanding more money. They think we need them more, so they are trying to set their own price. They also believe we have no other option to purchase the goods from."
Hearing this, Yuvraj's eyes grew even darker. He slowly got up from his chair and walked with firm steps toward the window, from where the whole of Mumbai was visible. The city looked even more beautiful at night. Looking at the view, a strange glint appeared in his eyes.
He took a cigar out of his pocket, then pulled out a lighter and lit the cigar. Slowly, he began releasing smoke. A strange silence filled the entire office. Neeraj remained silent. Neither of them said a word.
Then suddenly, Yuvraj spoke. His voice was calm—but so cold it could freeze blood.
"Give them my answer, Neeraj. If anyone demands even one rupee extra, their next meeting won't be in their office—it'll be in the hospital."
As he said this, his eyes turned even darker.
Neeraj wasn't surprised to hear this. He knew very well—**Yuvraj Rathore never bowed down to anyone**. He made others bend.
He always did what he thought was right. And if anyone tried to stand in his way or oppose him, he wouldn't hesitate a second before grinding them into dust.
Just then, the phone rang. Neeraj picked it up without a moment's delay. As soon as he answered, something was said on the other end that made his brows furrow. After the call ended, he immediately turned toward Yuvraj.
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**"Sir, we have a problem. Some local goons are creating trouble at the construction site of our North-side hotel. Work has been halted since morning because of them. They even assaulted some of the laborers."**
Yuvraj listened to him carefully, then said in a low but deep voice,
"Neeraj, this is a trivial matter. It's not a big problem. The real problem arises when the government creates one."
**"Okay sir, I'll go there myself today and clear the matter."**
**"There's no need for you to go there. Removing those petty thugs isn't a difficult task. We don't need to dirty our hands over those worthless goons. Contact the police—they'll throw them out."**
Neeraj nodded, "Okay sir, I'll talk to the Commissioner today itself."
Yuvraj nodded in approval.
**"Is there anything else?"**
**"No sir."**
**"Alright then, you may leave,"** Yuvraj ordered.
Neeraj nodded again and quickly left the room.
A while after Neeraj left, Yuvraj extinguished his cigar and looked at his watch. Every second of his life was precious, and he didn't waste it on useless things. That's what made him number one. He wanted only one thing—**power**. And for that power, human lives held no value for him.
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**On the other side, in Prema Chawl, there was a lot of noise today. Two women were fighting. The entire neighborhood had gathered to watch the drama.**
Diya was watching everything from the balcony. Sarthak was in the kitchen, cooking. When he returned to the hall after finishing, he noticed Diya wasn't there. While searching for her, he found her standing on the balcony. He walked up to her and gently placed a hand on her shoulder.
**"Diya, what are you doing here?"**
**"Brother, those two aunties are fighting. I was just watching them."**
**"Diya, you shouldn't watch these things. Fighting is not a good thing."**
Sarthak was trying to explain to Diya when he noticed **Munnu**, who was still staring at him intently. Sarthak had grown tired of being stared at like that. He felt like going and confronting him, but then thought there was no point in talking to someone like that. Even if he said something, Munnu wouldn't listen, and it would only worsen the situation. So he decided it was better to stay quiet.
**"Come on, Diya, let's go inside."** Sarthak was about to take her hand when Munnu made a hand gesture toward him, which he completely ignored and went inside.
Munnu didn't like being ignored like that.
**"Munnu bhai, he just ignored you. No one has ever dared to do that before,"** said his friend Jeetu, fanning the flames.
**"Yes bro, this guy is getting too full of himself. We'll have to bring him down a notch,"** said Bablu, supporting Jeetu.
Munnu stayed silent, listening to them, but said nothing. His focus was still on the balcony where Sarthak had just stood. A crooked smile spread across his lips.
**Jeetu**, noticing how quiet Munnu was, said,
**"What's up bro, why aren't you saying anything?"**
**"The boy is beautiful. And beautiful people tend to be a bit arrogant. That arrogance suits him,"** Munnu said with a crooked smile.
Jeetu and Bablu looked at him in surprise.
**"What are you saying, Munnu bhai?"** Jeetu asked.
**"Don't tell me you're starting to like that guy?"** Bablu said with a laugh.
**"He looks educated and definitely has an attitude."**
**"So what? We can handle that attitude,"** Munnu said with a smirk.
**"Munnu bhai, these educated types are pretty complicated. They act all high and mighty and listen to no one. This one especially looks very difficult to handle. He's not going to fall for you. Let it go, and think about Reena from the old neighborhood—she likes you."**
The moment Reena's name was mentioned, Munnu's expression soured.
**"Don't ruin my mood by bringing up her name. That girl and this one are worlds apart. I have no interest in Reena. If you like her, go marry her. But don't try to set me up with her."** Munnu said angrily.
Seeing him angry, Jeetu said,
**"Whoa, Munnu bhai, don't be mad. I was just saying."**
**"Never mention Reena again in front of me. I never liked her, don't like her, and never will."**
**"Alright then, if you like this one, go talk to him,"** Bablu said, changing the subject.
**"Not yet. He just got here. Let him settle in for a few days. If I scare him off now, he might just run away."**
**"Yeah, good point."**
**"By the way, Munnu bhai, why do you always like these educated types?"** Jeetu asked.
Before Munnu could reply, Bablu chimed in,
**"People always desire what they don't have. Munnu bhai never studied—that's why he likes educated people."** Bablu laughed.
Munnu glared at him angrily, and Bablu fell silent.
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**Sunrise Hotel...**
The hotel's most exclusive VIP hall—where high-profile businessmen and mafia deals took place. Only billionaires held meetings here, because no ordinary person could afford that hotel.
Today, Yuvraj Rathore had a special meeting there. His public image might be that of a business tycoon, but in the real world, everyone knew who he truly was.
The table was surrounded by top high-profile individuals, all eyes on Yuvraj. He sat calmly in his signature style, a deadly smile on his face as always. After the meeting ended, everyone began to leave.
**Yuvraj was about to leave when he heard a voice behind him,
"Mr. Yuvraj, I need to talk to you in private."**
Yuvraj turned toward the voice. A good-looking young man stood there, a smile blooming on his lips.
Yuvraj gave a slight nod, as if it didn't matter to him.
**"Speak."**
**"Not here. Let's go inside. I want to talk to you about something private,"** the boy said sweetly, a strange sparkle in his eyes.
Yuvraj signaled his bodyguards to stay outside and went with the boy into one of the hotel rooms.
The room was dimly lit. An expensive bottle of liquor sat on the table. There was a small bar in the room. The boy offered Yuvraj a drink, which he did not refuse. He accepted the drink and started sipping it.
**While drinking, Yuvraj asked, "Tell me, what do you want to talk about?"**
The boy smiled and gently placed his hand over Yuvraj's. With great affection, he said,
**"Forgive me for lying, but I didn't really have anything important to discuss with you. I just wanted to spend some beautiful moments with you."**
Hearing this, a sly smile appeared on Yuvraj's lips.
**"Oh really? So that's the case! Well, do you only want to spend time with me, or is there something more you're planning?"** Yuvraj asked teasingly.
**"We can do more… if you want to."** The boy replied with a smile.
**"Why wouldn't I want to? After all, a golden opportunity like this is walking straight up to me. I'm not that foolish to say no,"** Yuvraj said with a grin.
**"I never thought you'd have this side to you. I expected you to be strict,"** the boy remarked.
Yuvraj smiled.
**"I have many sides… you'll see them one by one,"** he said with a mysterious grin.
**"Well, it's good then. Looks like I'll get to see many of your sides tonight,"** the boy said playfully.
**"Absolutely,"** Yuvraj replied while sipping his drink.
In no time, the two of them were completely drunk.
Half an hour later, Yuvraj was sprawled lazily on the sofa, drenched in intoxication. His eyes were heavy, a soft smile played on his lips, and his glass swayed loosely in his hand.
The boy quietly locked the door and slowly walked toward him. There was a strange smile on his face, as if he was in complete control.
**"Yuvraj Rathore… such a big name. But look at him now—so helpless in his drunken state,"** he said to himself with a chuckle.
Yuvraj turned his head slightly, as if trying to comprehend the words. There was a strange glimmer beneath his eyelids, but the boy didn't notice it.
He came closer and grabbed Yuvraj's shirt collar, yanking it.
**"You've played enough games, Yuvraj Rathore. Your time is up now."**
Yuvraj's eyes were half-open, still wearing that faint smile. He leaned his head back and murmured softly,
**"Really?"**
In the very next moment, with lightning speed, he grabbed the boy's wrist and twisted it so hard that the boy screamed in pain.
**"N-no… you were drunk! You… you were supposed to be out!"** the boy stammered, writhing in agony.
Yuvraj slowly stood up, and in that moment, his entire body language changed. His eyes no longer looked drowsy—there was a cold, merciless gleam in them. He looked at the boy like a hunter who had been waiting for this exact moment.
**"Did you really think I'm a fool?"** Yuvraj said in a low, icy voice.
**"You tried to get me drunk… tried to control me… Hah! How could you even think that?"**
The boy began trembling with fear. This was the first time he had seen Yuvraj so closely, and everything he had ever heard about him now felt undeniably real. Yuvraj Rathore couldn't be controlled—not by anyone.
Yuvraj released his wrist and, with a sharp shove, slammed him against the wall.
The boy collapsed to the ground, a scream escaping his lips as he cried out in pain. He started groaning, clutching his side.
Yuvraj leaned in close, reading the fear in his eyes.
**"Now tell me,"** he asked softly,
**"Do you want punishment… or should I let you go?"**
The boy couldn't speak. He was shaking with fear.
Seeing his condition, Yuvraj smiled.
**"You should've done some research on me before walking in here. You're not the first idiot to make this mistake. Others have come before you… and they all made the same mistake—coming here without knowing who I am."**
**"Please… let me go."** Tears welled up in the boy's eyes. He was genuinely terrified now.
**"Oh, you're scared already? But you said you wanted to see more of me… and now you're frightened by just my first side?"**
**"I don't want to see anything! Please let me go!"**
**"Oh, how can you say that? Didn't you say it so sweetly… that you wanted to spend time with me?"** Yuvraj said with a crooked smile.
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