2. STRATEGIST

VIKRAM SINGH RAJVANSH'S POV

"You think this will work?" Ruhan said in his divilish tone.

"Ofcourse, has my any plan have flopped till now." I said while playing with my rubic cube.

"hmm... But there is a difficulty I don't know anything about tanveer's house. How am I going to enter it?" Ruhan said while having concerning face.

"You don't need to worry about anything, ruhan! Tanveer Ahuja has gone bankrupt now. they live in a small apartment in Pune with his mother And his wife, lavanya works in flower shop while her husband is having affair behind her back." I explained.

I see him clenching his fist while the anger on his face is clearly visible.

Poor him, fallen in love in such a young age (he is 31) that too with his enemy's wife.

May God never give this type of destiny to anyone.

"I am going, see you later." Ruhan said while waving his hand in the air.

I see, there has been something more divilish going onto his mind. And I don't think he will step back after knowing that tanveer is cheating on his wife.

Whatever that's none of business. I am just here for the plot. I thought while smirking.

"Things are going to be so interesting."

I walk towards my desk and sit on my chair.

I take my telephone inside my office, and place it on my ear.

It started ringing.

"Hello! Is the work that I gave you, done?" I said.

"The meeting with Russians have been confirmed, the meeting is going to lead by rajveer sir. But there is a problem!"

"What problem?" I exclaim.

"The Russians are not agreeing to our terms, they are demanding more for the weapons."

Intersting.

"No need to worry, rajveer knows how to bend people on their knees."

If he can't do it. Then only I will step in.

"Okay sir!"

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At dawn...

I revved the engine of my Ducati, weaving through Mumbai's evening traffic. The city's vibrant energy pulsed around me, a rush of adrenaline as I navigated the crowded streets.

As I stopped at a red light on mira Road, the sounds of honking horns and revving engines filled the air. But one car caught my attention - the thumping bass of its music stood out amidst the chaos.

I glanced over, curiosity getting the better of me. Inside the car, a young guy sat lost in thought, oblivious to the commotion around him. His eyes stared blankly ahead, a mixture of sadness and longing etched on his face.

The music, a soulful melody, seemed to match his mood. I recognized the song - Arijit Singh's haunting voice echoed through the night air.

For a slight moment, our eyes met, and I felt a jolt of connection. I don't think he noticed me but his gaze was piercing, his eyes a deep shade of brown that seemed to hold a world of emotions.

The light turned green, and I accelerated, leaving the car behind. But the image of the guy lingered in my mind.

Who was he? What was troubling him?

I pushed the thoughts aside, focusing on the road ahead. But the memory of those haunting eyes stayed with me, a fleeting glimpse into a stranger's life.

As I rode toward home, the city's lights blurring around me, I couldn't shake off the feeling that our paths would cross again.

I pulled into my driveway, killing the engine of my Ducati. The familiar sight of my mansion's facade welcomed me home.

As I stepped inside, the sound of laughter and conversation drifted from the living room. I followed the noise, finding Vedika and Vihaan lounging on the couch.

"...and it's this week!" Vedika exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I'm the opener for the show!

Vihaan's eyes widened. "That's amazing, Vedika! Congratulations!"

Vedika beamed. "Thank you, vi! This is huge for me. Fashion Week is the biggest event of the year."

I cleared my throat, announcing my presence. "Hey, guys."

Vedika turned to me, her smile unwavering. "Vikram bhai! You have to come to Fashion Week. It's this weekend. Everyone has to be there to support me."

I raised an eyebrow. "Everyone?"

Vihaan chimed in. "Yeah, Vikram. We're all going. It's a big deal for Vedika."

Vedika's eyes locked onto mine, pleading. "Please, Vikram bhai. I need my family there. It'll mean the world to me."

I couldn't resist her enthusiasm. "Of course, I'll be there. We'll all be there to support you."

Vedika squealed, jumping up to hug me. "Thank you, Vikram bhai!

As I hugged her back, I caught Vihaan's grin. He seemed genuinely happy for Vedika.

"Who's the designer?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.

"Vyom Rajput," Vedika replied, releasing me. "He's one of the biggest names in Indian fashion."

I have heard his name alot in fashion industry but never get the chance to meet him in person.

I nodded, impressed. "You're in good hands."

Vedika's face glowed with determination. "I'm going to nail this, Vikram. Just watch me."

I smiled, confident in her abilities. "I have no doubt you will."

Vedika is a A-lister model in her industry, she has many connections in the industry in foreign land too. If she is excited for this event. It must be a huge event for her career.

The conversation flowed easily after that, centered around Vedika's preparations and expectations for Fashion Week.

As I listened, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in Vedika's accomplishments. She'd come a long way since joining our family.

And now, it was time to support her on the biggest stage of her career.

As the dawn wore on, Vedika's excitement became contagious. Vihaan and I found ourselves caught up in her enthusiasm, discussing everything from runway walks to designer gowns.

"Vikram Bhai, you have to wear something stylish," Vedika instructed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "No boring suits, okay?"

I chuckled, holding up my hands in mock surrender. "I promise, Vedika. I'll consult with vyom Rajput himself if necessary."

Vihaan snorted. "Vikram in a designer outfit? That's going to be a sight."

Vedika playfully rolled her eyes. "Hey, Vikram bhai can pull off anything. He's got the looks and the charm."

I shot Vihaan a wry glance. "I think someone's trying to butter me up."

Vedika grinned. "Maybe just a little."

As the night drew to a close, Vedika yawned, exhaustion creeping in.

"Get some rest," I advised, standing up. "You've got a big week ahead."

Vedika nodded, snuggling into Vihaan's side. "Thanks, Vikram bhaiya. Means a lot to me."

I smiled, feeling a sense of family unity wash over me.

As I headed to my room, my mind drifted back to the guy I saw at the traffic light. His haunting eyes lingered in my memory.

I pushed the thought aside, focusing on Vedika's Fashion Week debut.

But the image persisted, a nagging sense of curiosity.

Who was he?

Would our paths cross again?

I shook off the questions, stepping into my bedroom.

Tomorrow would bring its own challenges.

But for now, I let the darkness claim me, Vedika's excitement and the mystery of the stranger swirling in my mind.

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~to be continued