In the heart of Kolkata, amidst the bustling streets and ancient temples, there thrived a legend — Jungkook, the most feared and powerful mafia king in India. His mere name sent shivers down the spines of even the most hardened criminals. Cloaked in mystery, he inherited his empire through silent whispers and blood-soaked contracts, rising to prominence with an iron grip that left no room for disloyalty or failure

Jungkook was a man of striking contrasts. With his sharp jawline and piercing dark eyes that seemed to see through to one’s soul, he commanded attention without uttering a word. His wealth was immeasurable; luxurious cars, sprawling estates, and the finest tastes indicated a man who had everything he desired — except companionship. Local girls pined for a chance to be close to him, but he remained an unfathomable riddle, dismissing their advances with an indifferent glance

He preferred the company of shadows, his only friends being the echoes of whispered threats and the soft rustle of currency notes in hidden vaults. The sprawling green of West Bengal felt familiar, almost intoxicating, and he often found solace conversing with his confidant, a street dog named Babu, in his native Bengali. Jungkook's affinity for his roots was profound, as was his rumored connection to black magic—a belief born from his Bengali heritage

Jungkook: at his mansion he is doing meeting with others mafia he sit with them and he talking cold way and angry type