There are some nights that feel like omens.
The sky that evening had turned to bruised purple, and the rain didn't just fall — it attacked the world in sheets. Trees bowed, traffic crawled, and the city's wealthiest fled indoors into their soundproofed penthouses.
But not him.
Nishanth Rao preferred silence born from chaos.
He was returning from one of his most delicate projects yet — a hidden rehab shelter disguised as a meditation retreat, quietly opened in the outskirts of Nashik. No cameras. No guest list. Just a whispered ribbon cutting and a line of women who wouldn't have survived another month without it.
He didn't stay long. He never did.
Because he had another place to be. A rooftop deal in Hyderabad was about to collapse under political pressure, and only he knew the clause to pull it back.
