At the banks of the Ganga ghat...

"Har Har Mahadev!"

The powerful chant echoed through the air as a man stood waist-deep in the holy waters of the Ganga.

His hands were joined together.

Eyes closed.

Drops of water slowly slid down his broad shoulders while the rising sun cast a golden glow over him.

With calm devotion, he began chanting the Gayatri Mantra while offering water to the Sun God through his cupped hands.

Around him, temple bells rang continuously while the sound of sacred conches blended with the flowing river.

Peaceful.

Divine.

Yet strangely powerful.

The man slowly opened his eyes.

Sharp.

Cold.

Dangerous.

Eyes capable of making powerful men lower their gaze in fear.

Agastya Singh Raizada.

The uncrowned king of the business world.

Even dressed in simple white traditional clothes, there was something terrifyingly commanding about him.

Power did not come from clothes.

It came from presence.

And Agastya's presence alone was enough to silence crowds.

He took another handful of holy water and offered it to the rising sun before stepping out of the river.

The priests standing nearby immediately lowered their heads respectfully.

Because everyone knew one thing—

Agastya Singh Raizada was not just rich.

He was powerful enough to destroy lives with a single command.

But despite all the darkness surrounding his name... every morning, without fail, he came here.

To the Ganga.

Maybe searching for peace.

Or maybe forgiveness.

His P.A., Mr. Shaurya Mehra, quickly approached him with lowered eyes.

"Sir..."

Agastya calmly took the towel handed to him.

"What is it?"

"S-Sir... the investors are asking for more time before signing the deal."

His sharp grey eyes remained fixed on the trembling man.

"More time?" he repeated softly while tilting his head.

Nobody dared to speak.

The air itself felt dangerous around him.

Then suddenly—

Agastya chuckled.

A cold chuckle.

"Interesting."

Everyone in his team exchanged terrified glances.

Because whenever Agastya Singh Raizada smiled during anger... someone's career usually ended.

"Do you know what I hate the most?" he asked while lazily wipping the water from his body.

"N-no, sir."

"Disrespect."

"And making me wait is disrespect."

The next second, he leaned closer to Shaurya only for him to listen.

"Then why the hell are those investors still breathing peacefully?"

Silence.

Complete silence.

Nobody dared to even blink.

At just twenty-eight years old, Agastya had built an empire powerful enough to make politicians nervous and businessmen bow their heads.

People called him ruthless.

Dangerous.

Mad.

And honestly?

None of those titles were wrong.

Because Agastya Singh Raizada destroyed people without mercy.

But today... his anger wasn't because of business.

No.

Something else had already ruined his mood hours ago.

A single message.

Unknown Number:
She is coming back tomorrow.

That was it.

Just one line.

Yet it was enough to shake the monster everyone feared.

Myra Singhania.

Agastya's jaw clenched tightly.

Years.

It had been years since he last saw her.

But not a single day passed when he didn't think about her.

Her smile.

Her soft voice.

The way she used to hide behind him whenever she got nervous.

His Myra.

The only person capable of calming the chaos inside him.

And also the only person capable of destroying him completely.

"Sir?"

Agastya snapped back to reality and looked towards his assistant with dark eyes.

"What?"

"The meeting..."

"Cancel it."

The entire room froze.

Because Agastya Singh Raizada never cancelled meetings.

Ever.

"B-but sir, the investors—"

"I said cancel it and you know what you have to do?"

His deadly voice immediately shut everyone up.

Shaurya nodded. 

Somewhere in the city, powerful men disappeared after crossing Agastya Singh Raizada.
And nobody ever dared ask where they went.

Agastya didn't believe in courtrooms.
He believed in endings.

Without another word, Agastya walked towards his black Rolls Royce and look outside the window where the city runs smoothly.

Rain had started pouring outside.

But his mind was somewhere else.

Amsterdam.

Myra.

A dangerous emotion settled inside his chest.

Revenge.

Because after all these years... she was finally returning.

And this time—

Agastya had no good intention toward her.

Beside him, his assistant nervously spoke again.

"The private jet from Amsterdam will land tomorrow evening."

Agastya's expression changed.

Slightly.

Almost unnoticeably.

But enough.

Because a next step to his revenge is returning here.

Myra Singhania.

His Myra.

Agastya's grip around the seat handle tightened.

"Because the first step to destroying the Singhanias... was Myra Singhania."

A dark smirk slowly appeared on Agastya's face.

"Because this time, she is not returning to her Agmi..."

His grey eyes turned colder.

"...but to her destruction."

The kind of destruction that would make her pay for the sins her family had committed years ago.

Now the only question left was—

How the hell was she going to survive this?

Or worse...

How was she going to survive him?

Agastya leaned his head back against the leather seat while silently staring outside the rain-covered window.

Then he spoke in a calm voice—

"We're going to Rajasthan."

The driver immediately nodded and changed the route according to his order.

Inside the car, silence took over once again.

But it wasn't peaceful.

It was the kind of silence that came before bloodshed.

Hours later...

The convoy finally entered Rajasthan.

"Where to, sir? Raizada Industries or Raizada Mansion?" the driver asked respectfully.

Before Agastya could answer—

BANG!

A loud gunshot echoed through the empty highway.

The convoy stopped instantly.

Guards immediately pulled out their weapons while surrounding the black Rolls Royce from all sides.

But instead of reacting with anger...

Agastya smiled.

A dangerously psychotic smile.

"So..." he muttered softly while adjusting the cufflinks of his black shirt.

"Someone finally gathered enough courage to stop my convoy."

And he already knew exactly who it was.

Aarav Singhania.

The elder brother of Myra Singhania.

Agastya's biggest rival.

His light blue eyes darkened with amusement.

Of course.

The Singhanias already knew he was coming.

Slowly, Agastya opened the car door and stepped out of the black Rolls Royce.

The scorching Rajasthan heat hit instantly, but his expression remained unfazed.

He calmly wore his sunglasses before lifting his gaze ahead.

And there he was.

Aarav Singhania.

Standing in the middle of the road with a gun in his hand like he owned the damn desert itself.

A dangerous smirk appeared on Agastya's lips.

Well... either Aarav Singhania was incredibly brave.

Or incredibly stupid.