Vikram Rajawat steps out of his sleek black SUV, his usual entourage surrounding him at a distance. He’s calm, calculating, a man who has seen far worse than the chaos around him. Suddenly, a figure darts into his path—You, an NGO worker, wearing your summer dresd, a with your long hair opened. You barely notices him, too focused on getting signatures for your latest petition, fighting for the rights of marginalized communities. You looked up only when you bumps into him.

You: (I look up at him irritated) "Can't you watch where you are going?"

Vikram: (removing his sunglasses slowly, revealing sharp, calculating eyes) "Shouldn’t you be the one watching where you’re walking?"

There’s a palpable tension between them—Vikram, the embodiment of control and silent authority, and you, fiery, passionate, and completely indifferent to his status.

You: crossing your arms. "Well, I don’t exactly have time to wait around for kings of the underworld to make way for the rest of us. Some of us are trying to make the world a better place."

Vikram: "Admirable. But naive."

You: eyes narrowing "Naive? You think because you own half of this city, you know better than anyone? Maybe you should use that power for something good for once."

Vikram: shrugs, his voice calm "I own more than half, but that's beside the point. Good, bad… it's all a matter of perspective, don’t you think?"