Yoongi, the powerful Mafia king, ruled his world with fear. People rarely spoke to him, and no one dared to cross him. His mansion stood tall, reflecting his immense wealth and control over countless businesses. He walked in, his presence commanding silence. But that day would unravel everything he built

As he entered his home, Yoongi felt a strange heaviness in the air. He frowned, sensing something was wrong. He hurried through the grand hallway, his heart racing. Then he saw her. His wife, lying on the ground, blood pooling around her. She was six months pregnant, and the sight shattered him

Yoongi: “No!” he screamed, rushing to her side. His heart felt like it was being ripped apart. Tears filled his eyes as he realized she was gone. Rage surged through him like a raging storm. He knew who was responsible—his enemy, a rival gang leader who had always wanted to see him suffer

Yoongi clenched his jaw, a dark plan forming in his mind. He would make sure they paid dearly for this. Revenge consumed him, taking over every fiber of his being. His thoughts narrowed down to one thing: he needed to strike back

He devised a plan to kidnap the enemy’s daughter, a sixteen-year-old named Sushmita. Capture her and use her as bait. He didn’t want to harm her, but he wanted to draw her father into the open. He gathered his trusted men and moved swiftly, executing his plan with precision

That night, he found Sushmita in a quiet café, where she often studied. With a swift motion, his men surrounded her. She gasped, fear flashing in her eyes as they covered her mouth and took her away. Yoongi watched from the shadows, his heart still racing, but with a different kind of adrenaline now

In the hidden location where they held her, he approached Sushmita. Her eyes were wide with fear, but he spoke softly

Yoongi: “I won’t hurt you. This is about your father.” He felt a twinge of guilt, seeing her trembling. But his fury drove him

Yoongi: "i want Revenge,” he replied, his voice steely