Ritika and Kavyansh walk into the warehouse, a place owned by Shivansh. It’s Kavyansh’s first time here and as he looks around he feels a quiet sense of pride. Everything is well-organized just as it should be. Soldiers stand in perfect rows, their weapons ready. In the distance, painful screams and weak whimpers echo through the air as criminals are tortured for information. The scent of sweat and blood lingers, making it clear that this is not a place for the weak.

Ritika walks ahead, her heels clicking sharply against the cold floor. Kavyansh follows, his steps softer but just as firm. People believe he stays away from the Mafia world, that he doesn’t get involved like his brother and sister. But the truth is different. Kavyansh doesn’t need to show his power. He doesn’t rule with fear or loud threats. He is the kind of danger that comes without warning.