extramarital affair…

As soon as Rajveer said this, the entire hall fell silent for a moment.

Everyone knew this wasn't just a joke—it was the truth.

A truth everyone had already accepted.

As long as Rajveer Rathore was in the business world, no other name would shine.

The reporter was stunned by his response.

"So you're saying, as long as you're in this field, no one can take this title from you?"

"Absolutely. As long as I'm here, it's nearly impossible for anyone else to win.

I've always been used to being number one."

The reporter lowered his mic.

"It was nice meeting you."

"By the way, can I ask *you* a question?"

The reporter looked at him in surprise and then nodded. "Yes, go ahead."

"Are you married?"

Rajveer's question caught the reporter off guard.

Nakul, standing nearby, held his forehead in exasperation.

"Uh, no..."

The moment Rajveer heard this, he felt overjoyed.

"I'm not married yet either, but I'm about to be," the reporter replied, pulling a wedding card from his bag and handing it to Rajveer.

"This is my wedding invitation. I'm getting married tomorrow. It would be great if you could come."

Rajveer reluctantly took the card and forced a smile.

"Of course, I'll definitely come."

Saying goodbye to Rajveer, the reporter left immediately.

As soon as he was gone, Rajveer stared angrily at the card.

"I don't get it. Why do I always end up liking married men?

I finally meet someone I like, and he's getting married tomorrow!"

Rajveer shook his head in disappointment.

Nakul, who had been quietly listening for a while, finally spoke.

"Boss, the problem is in your gaze. You only ever fall for men who are already taken.

Your eyes never even notice a single guy. It's all your fault."

"Sometimes I feel like in a past life, you must've been someone who broke up homes."

"Yeah, I'm starting to think the same.

At this point, I really believe I'm destined for an extramarital affair…

Because I just can't seem to like single guys.

And with a married man, an extra-marital affair is the only possibility."

"Although… there is one option. What if I make him get a divorce?"

"Don't even think about it, Boss. I'm not getting involved in such useless things,"

Nakul refused flatly.

Rajveer glared at him but didn't say anything.

He took a sip of his cocktail, then placed the glass on the table and looked at his watch.

"I thought this event would be a little exciting… but sadly, as usual, it turned out boring.

No drama, nothing thrilling."

"This is an award show, not a battleground," Nakul said, cutting in.

A little while later, Rajveer signaled to his bodyguards, stood up, and walked out with Nakul.

Behind them, people were left only with the echo of his presence.

Some liked him. Some hated him…

But no one could ignore him.

**Rajveer sat inside his gleaming black Rolls-Royce Cullinan.**

Nakul took the passenger seat.

The car's interior was nothing short of a private jet—dark leather seats, golden detailing, and a custom-made perfume whose rich aroma gave the entire atmosphere a royal touch.

The driver was moving at a calm pace while Rajveer, relaxed, kept glancing at his platinum watch wrapped around his wrist.

Nakul, seated beside him, was busy reviewing some final documents on his laptop.

After verifying everything, he turned to Rajveer.

"Boss, we've finalized the deal with *Dixon Industries*. The company is now completely under our control," Nakul said in a cool, composed tone.

Rajveer gave a faint smile and nodded.

"Finally… That old man will now dance to my tune. He was flying high, thinking no one could bring him down.

Bring me a picture of his face. I want to see how defeated he looks."

"Why just a photo? Tomorrow, he'll personally come to your office and apologize."

"Even better. I won't miss a single chance to humiliate him," Rajveer said, exhaling coldly.

**But just then, a large truck screeched to a halt right in front of their car.**

The driver slammed the brakes, and the car came to a sudden stop.

In that same moment, two black SUVs parked by the roadside burst open—and ten masked men stepped out, armed with AK-47s and MP5 submachine guns glinting under the lights.

And then… a **rain of bullets** began pelting the car.

Gunfire echoed as bullets slammed into the bulletproof windows.

Nakul quickly ducked toward the driver's seat and pulled out a handgun.

"Boss, it's an ambush!" he said through gritted teeth.

But Rajveer was completely calm.

While gently brushing his fingers over the dial of his watch, he spoke to the driver.

"Open the door."

"But sir…" the driver hesitated.

"I said… open the door," Rajveer repeated in a chilling tone.

The trembling driver unlocked the door.

Rajveer unbuttoned his blazer, adjusted his watch, and with a face cold as ice, **stepped out of the car**.

And just like that—**the bullets stopped.**

The attackers paused, stunned.

They had expected him to stay hidden inside… but he had walked out to **face death head-on**.

Rajveer pulled out a **golden-embellished pistol** from his coat pocket.

"You came here to kill me… but now you've lost the option to run."

His voice was deep and cold.

There was no fear, no rage—only a silence so intense, it shook the enemy to their core.

One of the attackers tried to pull the trigger—

**Bang!**

Rajveer's shot was faster.

Bullets don't waste time in the air; they go straight through skulls.

The first man dropped dead on the spot.

The remaining attackers opened fire immediately—

But Rajveer didn't retreat.

He **charged straight at them**.

**One bullet—straight to the knee.**

**Second bullet—into the chest.**

**Third shot—through the throat**, and all that came out was blood.

Rajveer was not just a **business tycoon**—

He was the **undisputed king of the mafia world**.

His aim was flawless.

He wasn't just firing bullets;

He was **drawing the line between life and death** for anyone who dared cross him.

Suddenly, one of the attackers rushed from behind to strike, but before he could pull the trigger—Nakul swiftly grabbed him from behind.

Only two attackers were left now. Terrified, they dropped their guns and ran.

Rajveer glanced at Nakul, who had understood his signal and already captured the first attacker.

One attacker was still running away.

Rajveer checked his watch—**2:43 a.m.** Then, without blinking, he raised his pistol.

*Bang.*

The bullet hit the running man directly in the leg. He screamed in pain and collapsed onto the road.

Now only one remained.

Rajveer looked at the attacker Nakul was holding and said with a faint smile,

"Tell your boss... killing **Rajveer Rathore** isn't that easy. And those who make that mistake... don't live to regret it."

Saying that, he raised his pistol and shot the man at point-blank range.

Blood spilled across the road.

Rajveer brushed off his suit, placed his golden pistol back into its holster, and looked at Nakul.

"Clean this up… and next time, eliminate them before they even get here."

Then, with a completely cold expression, he sat back in the car as if nothing had happened.

About half an hour later, his car stopped outside a large villa.

As soon as it halted, the guards standing at the gate hurried over and quickly opened the car door.

Rajveer and Nakul stepped out together.

When Rajveer entered the hall, he saw **Yuvraj** sitting there, reading some important papers.

Rajveer smiled, walked straight to him, and sat beside him.

He teased, "Why haven't you slept yet? At this age, you really shouldn't be working so hard."

Hearing that, Yuvraj's eyebrows furrowed. "What did you just say?"

"I said, at this age, you shouldn't be working so much! You'll get sick," Rajveer said with a sly grin.

"Don't worry about my health. Worry about yourself. How long are you going to chase after married men? Try liking someone who's single for once," Yuvraj snapped back with a sharp remark.

Hearing that, Rajveer turned angrily toward Nakul. "You told him everything, didn't you?"

Nakul avoided eye contact.

Rajveer kept glaring at him.

Yuvraj continued, "No need to look at him like that. If he hadn't told me, someone else would have. I always keep eyes on all of you—where you go, what you do, everything.

And stop bringing up age again and again. I'm only forty. Even at forty, I'm hotter than you.

And more boys are into me than you, even though I'm older.

And the best part? The ones who like me are all single. Not married."

Yuvraj said this with a crooked smile.

That last line completely humiliated Rajveer.

"Anyway, I'm going now. I'm feeling sleepy," Rajveer said quickly and walked away.

Yuvraj just kept smiling, watching him leave.

It had been two days since **Sarthak** shifted to Mumbai. He had arranged his house nicely and even got his younger sister **Diya** admitted to a nearby school. He was supposed to start his job next week and had done all the preparations for it.

One day, while Sarthak was going out to buy groceries, **Mannu**, along with his friends **Jeetu** and **Ballu**, stopped him and forcefully started a conversation. Sarthak tried to ignore them, but they blocked his way.

Mannu looked him up and down and said,

"You're new here and already acting all arrogant? If you want to stay in our area, you'll have to show some respect to us."

Jeetu laughed and added,

"Yeah, no one even breathes here without asking us first. You're just a fresh bird here."

Sarthak took a deep breath and tried to stay calm. He knew that if he got into an argument, they would make his life hell. He softly said,

"I'm getting late. I just want to grab some groceries quickly. My little sister is alone at home."

Saying this, he tried to walk away, but Ballu stepped in front of him and blocked his path,

"Why the rush? Become friends with us first, then you can roam around freely."

Sarthak's patience was wearing thin. He replied in a cold tone,

"I don't want to be friends. Let me do my work."

Mannu grabbed Sarthak's shoulder tightly and growled,

"You got some attitude, huh? Whoever lives here has to live by **our** rules. Got it?"

Jeetu added in a chilling voice,

"If you can't adjust, then just leave this **chawl**."

Hearing all this, Sarthak panicked. He wasn't just worried about himself—his biggest concern was Diya. She was a girl, and still very young.

People like them couldn't be trusted; they might try to use Diya to harass him.

Sarthak took a deep breath and calmly said,

"I understand what you're saying. Please let me go now. I'm getting late."

Seeing the fear on Sarthak's face, a wicked smile spread across Mannu's lips.

Mannu said,

"Fine, you can go. But before you do, listen carefully—every month you'll have to pay us **₹2,000** as protection money."

Sarthak immediately nodded.

"Yes, I'll give you ₹2,000 every month. Can I go now?"

"We're having a party at **Gulshan Dhaba** tonight. You'll be coming with us."

Mannu ordered.

Sarthak looked at him in surprise,

"What will I do there?" he asked hesitantly.

"Sing, dance, do whatever you want, but you *will* come. And if you don't, whatever happens to you or your sister after that—it'll be your own fault."

Mannu threatened him.

"Be ready by 9 PM. I'll come pick you up on my bike."

Even though he didn't want to, Sarthak had to agree. Mannu had directly threatened him, and he couldn't do anything about it.

Sarthak nodded, and Mannu's evil grin widened.

"Now you can go," Mannu said, taking a drag from his cigarette.

Without wasting another second, Sarthak rushed away from there like the wind.

After he left, Jeetu looked at Mannu and said,

"I didn't expect you to let him go so easily. I thought you'd mess with him for a while longer."

"He looked like he was about to cry. If I'd kept him any longer, he would've broken down right there," Mannu laughed.

"Yeah, that's true. At first, he seemed like a spicy chilli, but now he's just a soaked cat," Jeetu chuckled.

"He *is* spicy, Jeetu. He's afraid of something—that's why he agreed to everything so quietly. Otherwise, he would've gone straight to the police by now."

"By the way, Mannu bhai, why did you ask him to come to the dhaba? He doesn't look like someone who drinks."

"If he doesn't, he'll learn today," Mannu said with a sly smile.

Something twisted was clearly brewing in Mannu's mind.

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Meanwhile, Sarthak rushed home. As soon as he got in, he locked the door from the inside and took a deep breath.

"This is insane… what kind of uncivilized people have I ended up with?

I never imagined such people lived in Mumbai.

I need to find a new house as soon as possible.

If I stay here, I'll be living in constant fear.

I have to find a new place nearby—somewhere safe but still close enough to commute to work.

But finding a cheap house so soon will be difficult…

Still, I *have* to move.

Keeping Diya here isn't safe at all."

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