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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

The gray morning light barely filtered through the smoggy air of Swindon as Kiaan and Rehan stumbled out of the club's heavy doors, their bodies aching and spirits battered. The VIP floor was a fortress of shadows—no cameras, no witnesses. Whatever horrors they endured remained unseen, unrecorded, swallowed by the darkness.

Rehan leaned heavily on Kiaan, both struggling to keep their footing, the weight of exhaustion pressing down like a lead blanket. Every step was a battle against throbbing pain, their bruised bodies protesting each movement.

Dev followed behind, shaking his head with a half-smile, barely containing a chuckle. "You know, I told you both a hundred times to just try a one-night stand—something fun, easy," he teased, eyes twinkling with mischief. "But you two never listened. And now? You did it without even realizing it… or remembering a thing."

Kiaan shot a tired glare at Dev, lips twitching as he fought a reluctant smile. "Don't start laughing now, man. You have no idea what kind of nightmare we just survived."

Rehan groaned softly, rubbing his neck. "Yeah… nightmare is one word for it."

Dev shrugged playfully. "Well, consider it a lesson in disguise. You wanted to experience the nightlife… now you've got the full VIP treatment."

Kiaan's voice was rough but carried a flicker of defiance. "Next time, I want to remember the night, thank you very much."

Rehan laughed, the sound raw but genuine, leaning more heavily on Kiaan. "Yeah, and maybe not wake up wondering if I got into a fight with a tornado."

The three men moved through the quiet streets, a strange camaraderie binding them — bruised, broken, but still standing.

Dev's smile faded for a moment, seriousness creeping back into his eyes. "But jokes aside, we need to be careful. Whatever happened inside that club wasn't just some random act. Reyaan's playing a dangerous game."

Kiaan nodded, determination hardening his features despite the pain. "Then it's time we write the rules."

The morning light was harsh, unforgiving—much like the fight ahead. But for now, laughter and brotherhood eased the ache of the night before.

Morning After the Shadows