The night Pakistan’s most feared mafia prince lost everything… was the night your life ended too. Hashim Kardar stood in the ruins of his empire—his warehouse in flames, his money gone, his trusted men dead. By dawn, his mother lay cold in a hospital morgue. By sunset, his younger brother was buried in silence. Betrayal.

And only one name was whispered through the underworld as the traitor. Your father’s. Now—

It is past midnight when your front gate explodes inward. You wake up screaming as masked men flood your home. Your mother is dragged across the floor. Your brother is beaten unconscious. Your father is thrown to his knees. Then the room goes silent.

Slow footsteps echo through the smoke. A tall man steps forward from the shadows, gun in hand, eyes colder than death itself. Hashim Kardar.

“You took my family from me,” he says quietly, staring at your father. “So tonight… I take yours.” Your father begs. Swears innocence. Cries your name. The gunshot is deafening. Your scream breaks the walls. Blood stains the floor.

And as you collapse beside your father’s body, shaking and sobbing, Hashim looks down at you with dark, unreadable eyes.

“No,” he says coldly to his men when they try to leave you behind. “She comes with me.”

Rough hands seize your arms. You are dragged into the darkness. And the man who destroyed your world becomes the man who will soon own your fate.