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The Cruel Mafia Boss

Name: Reyan "Rex" Malhotra

Ruthless, feared, and dangerously intelligent. Known for leaving a "red mark" on those who betray him—literally and metaphorically. Publicly, he’s the CEO of a billion-dollar empire.


 Top Undercover Agent Officer (Main Lead)

Name: Kiaan Verma

Known as “The Ghost” in the underground world. Trained to kill, but beneath his steely surface lies a heart still capable of falling… even for the wrong man.


. Mafia’s Core Partners

Name:

Ishaan Roy – Arms and logistics expert, cocky and unpredictable.

Mikhail D’Costa – Financial genius, runs the laundering front, calm and composed but deadly.

Aarav Mehra – Tech and cyber specialist, youngest and slightly unstable.

. Kiaan’s Undercover Agent Friends

Name:

Rehaan Sethi – Surveillance expert, witty, flirty, and Kiaan’s closest friend.

Dev Malik – Former sniper, strict, disciplined, protective of Kiaan like a brother.

Tara Iyer – Brilliant hacker, the only female in the group, has a sharp tongue and sharper mind.

Kiaan’s Family

Stepmother: Nandita Verma – Elegant but cold, never accepted Kiaan.

Father (Deceased): Rajeev Verma – Once a respected CBI officer, died mysteriously.

Younger Brother (Hates Kiaan): Shaurya Verma – 19, believes Kiaan is the reason for their father’s death, hates his secretive life.

Higher Officers of the CBI

Name:

Director Arvind Bansal – The head of the CBI, old-school, doesn’t trust easily.

ACP Shruti Rana – Directs operations, brave and logical. Shares a love-hate bond with Kiaan.

Joint Director Raghav Kapoor – Secretive and manipulative; seems to have a personal agenda.

CODE RED HEART

Rehan grabbed his crumpled clothes from the floor, fingers trembling as he pulled the fabric over his aching body. His eyes were glazed, mind still fogged from the previous night's torment. Dev watched him carefully, his gaze sharp and probing.

"What happened to you, Rehan? You look like you had some crazy one-night stand," Dev said half-joking, but there was an edge of concern under his words. Then his eyes caught something—bruises darkening the pale skin of Rehan's neck. "Wait... what's this? Did someone get rough with you?"

Rehan's breath hitched as he turned to see the marks Dev was pointing out. He touched his neck lightly, wincing at the sting. "I… don't really remember much," Rehan confessed, voice thick with pain and confusion. "But whatever happened, it was rough. Like… like a blade cutting through me—painful and sharp. I don't know who was with me, but it wasn't anyone gentle."

Dev frowned deeply, his protective instincts kicking in. "This isn't just some drunken mistake, is it? Something's seriously wrong here."

Rehan swallowed hard, his mind racing to piece together the night's shadows. "I'm not sure… but I'm scared, Dev."

Determined, Dev and Rehan moved swiftly through the VIP rooms of the club, their eyes scanning every corner, every door. Time was a thief, and Kiaan was their priority.

Finally, behind a heavy door, they found him. Kiaan lay beneath a rumpled blanket, his body marked with bruises and harsh welts. His skin told a brutal story, raw and painful.

"Captain!" Dev exclaimed softly, relief washing over his voice.

Kiaan stirred, eyes fluttering open, meeting their worried gazes. He lifted the blanket just enough to reveal the pain etched on his body.

"I'm okay," Kiaan muttered, though the hoarseness in his voice betrayed him. "I don't remember much, just flashes… and that bastard Reyaan Malhotra. It was him… again."

Rehan's eyes widened at the name. "Reyaan? That son of a—he did this to you too?"

Kiaan nodded weakly, swallowing his pride. "He marked me again… and I can't remember his face clearly. But the breath, the voice... I won't forget."

Dev paced, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "How are we supposed to fight a ghost? Someone who haunts you and leaves no trace?"

Rehan looked down at his own neck, the bruises throbbing. "And what about me? I don't even know who was with me last night, but the pain... it felt like I was being torn apart."

Kiaan turned his gaze to Rehan, concern mixing with anger. "You have marks too? Damn it, Rex, this goes deeper than we thought."

Dev's confusion showed on his face. "Wait… if both of you were attacked like this, but can't remember the faces, how do we even begin to trace this? It's like they want to break you from the inside."

Rehan clenched his fists. "They want to scare us. To control us."

Kiaan's voice was low but fierce. "Then we won't give them the satisfaction. We'll find Reyaan, no matter the cost."

Dev nodded slowly. "Alright. But first, we need to heal. Figure out what we're dealing with before stepping into the darkness again."

The three men exchanged looks — bruised, battered, but far from broken. The night had left its scars, but their resolve was steel.

The shadows of the night had marked them — but it was only the beginning of the fight.

Shadows of the Night