Mr. Ravi Sharma, the most powerful mafia in the world, is known only for power, control, and money. For him, love is meaningless and weak.
One night, he sat in his office chair, deep in thought... when suddenly, his phone rang.
Unknown Number: Boss, the work is done. What should we do with the body?
Hearing this, he smirked and replied in a cold, dangerous voice:
"Send the body to his family. After all, they need to know what their son did—and who he dared to play games with."
His man spoke again on the call.
"Boss… he had no family. Just a sister."
Ravi smirked, his voice turning even more dangerous.
"Interesting…"
He paused for a moment, then said coldly,
"Then deliver his dead body to his lovely sister—as a gift."
Without another word, he hung up the call.
"Sister…" he murmured, smirking again as he tossed his phone onto the sofa.
A new game had just begun.
Elsewhere...
Priya, unaware of her brother's death, laughed with her friends at college. Her carefree giggles echoed through the campus. She waved goodbye to them, walking toward the road.
As she stepped forward to cross the street, a black car screeched to a sudden stop in front of her.
Startled, she looked up and shouted,
"Hey! Are you out of your mind?! The signal is green—are you blind or what?"
She wore fitted jeans and a soft blue top that hugged her curves perfectly. Her long black hair was tied neatly in a ponytail, and her lips shimmered with a hint of lipstick. Beautiful, yet simple.
Then suddenly, the car door opened.
A tall, broad-shouldered man stepped out. His perfectly tailored black suit clung to his gym-toned body. His face was sharp, glowing under the sun. Eyes dark and fixed on Priya with clear irritation.
It was Ravi Sharma—the most feared mafia don in the world.
He glanced at her coldly.
"Hey girl, I'm not in the mood to argue. Move. I'm in a hurry," he said, brushing past her like she was nothing.
Priya stood frozen for a moment, stunned.
What the hell? she thought.
He didn't even apologize?
Her blood boiled. She turned and shouted,
"Hey, mister! You seriously need to learn some manners!"
Ravi stopped mid-step. No one—no one—spoke to him like that.
Slowly, he turned around.
His cold gaze met hers. Sharp. Piercing. The type that made grown men tremble.
But Priya didn't flinch.
Hands on her hips, eyes blazing, she stared right back at him like he was just another arrogant man on the street.
A small, mocking smile tugged at the corner of Ravi's lips.
"You've got guts," he said, walking back toward her with calm, heavy steps.
He stood close—too close. His towering figure now casting a shadow over her.
"Do you always shout at strangers in the middle of the road, or am I just lucky?" he asked with quiet menace.
Priya crossed her arms, refusing to step back.
"I shout when people drive like maniacs. And when they lack basic manners."
Ravi's smirk deepened.
She doesn't know who I am.
That amused him.
He leaned in slightly, voice low and dangerous.
"You have no idea who you're talking to, do you?"
Priya raised an eyebrow.
"Don't care. Respect is earned, not feared."
That… surprised him.
For a second, his smirk faded. Her words hit something inside him. Something old. Something buried.
Then he chuckled—dark and soft.
"Noted."
He turned away, got into his car, and drove off. But as he glanced at her in the rearview mirror .
Ravi sat back in the car, voice cold and sharp.
"Drive. Ignore her. Let's go to the villa—fast."
The driver didn't dare speak. The car sped off.
Behind them, Priya stood frozen on the sidewalk, watching the car disappear into traffic. Her brows furrowed, lips pursed in irritation.
"What kind of man is that? So rude. Doesn't even say sorry! Just walks away like the world owes him everything… Idiot."
Muttering under her breath, she shook her head and began walking home, still thinking about the strange, intense man she had just encountered.
But what she didn't know… was that something far worse than an arrogant stranger was waiting for her.
On the other side of the city…
Ravi sat silently in the back seat, gazing out the tinted window. But his mind wasn't on business, or money, or power.
It was on her.
Priya.
He chuckled to himself, eyes narrowed with amusement.
"What a girl…" he murmured.
"If she knew who I really am, I doubt she'd dare speak to me like that."
He paused, remembering her fearless eyes and fiery tone.
"But it's... refreshing."
A smirk spread across his lips.
"First time someone talked back to me like that. Bold. Innocent. Interesting."
He leaned back, the thoughts of power and control slowly being replaced with curiosity.
But he didn't realize—he had just walked into something dangerous.
Because Priya wasn't just another girl.
She was about to become the storm he never saw coming.
To be continue....