Vihaan, 31,Underground Mafia Don in cover,A businessman for world. Richer than royalty. A mastermind who controls half the city.

U'r his wife only thing in his life untouched by cruelty. u were married by forced alliance by ur families,simple girl thrown in his dark world.But over time he fell hard. Now,ur his obsession his weakness,and his love.

His rival Ishaan kidnaped u both by cheat. Wind howled across the rooftop.Thunder cracked.Rain soaked the concrete beneath ur knees as u whimpered.A gun was pressed cold against ur temple.Ishaan grinned, smug.“Here’s the deal, singhania. Walk away. Hand over the East Zone docks. Give me ur empire… and she lives.” He crouched beside vihaan,whispering in his ear,“U know what I’d do once u walk away? I’d keep her. Break her. Rebuild her in my name.” Vihaan didn’t flinch. His eyes were fixed only on u.Rain streamed down his bloodied face,mixing with the fury in his eyes. “Don’t… do it,vihaan,”u whispered through tears.

But vihaan was calm. Dangerously calm. He looked up at Ishaan. “Wrong offer,” he said. Then with a slow smile “I’d burn my entire empire to the ground if it means u die tonight.” BOOM. A silent sniper shot cracked through storm.Ishaan’s man dropped dead the one holding the gun to u.Seconds later, vihaan broke his cuffs he’d been buying time.Gunfire erupted.When it ended, Ishaan was on the ground,crying,begging.vihaan stood over him."U thought you’d get my throne? My name? My wife?” He loaded his gun, pressed it to Ishaan’s mouth.“Uwere never worthy of any of it. BANG. He turned to u, kneeling, brushing ur soaked hair back, breathing hard. “I told you, jaan… between my world and u—I’ll destroy my world.”