Third Person's Pov:-

Somewhere in India

The morning sun peeked through the half-closed curtains, casting a soft, golden glow over the fancy bedroom.

The air was still, except for the distant hum of the waking city.

Sprawled across the large, plush bed lay a woman, her bare skin catching the light as she slept soundly.

Next to her, a man stirred, his eyes slowly opening. Groaning, he sat up, blinking a few times to let the room come into focus.

Everything was in its usual place the expensive paintings on the walls, the sleek, modern furniture, the suit he had thrown off the night before.

Then he saw her, the woman beside him. Irritation flashed across his face as he took in the sight of her naked body.

He didn't know this woman, not really. She was just someone he had brought home for a night of meaningless intimacy.

"Wake up," he said, his voice sharp and cold, cutting through the silence.

"Get the hell out of here."

The woman stirred, her eyes opening. Confusion briefly crossed her face before she gave him a coy smile, her hand reaching out to touch his arm.

He jerked away, his expression hardening.

"Get dressed and leave," he repeated, his tone firm and unyielding.

The woman's smile faded, replaced by a look of  bewilderment.

"Why are you acting this way?" she asked, her voice whiny.

"I thought you loved me."

He let out a harsh, bitter laugh.

"Oh, don't be silly," he sneered.

"We both know this was just a one-night thing. Don't try to make it into something it's not."

Sitting up, the sheets fell away from the woman's body, revealing her nakedness. But he refused to let himself be affected by it.

"You're so heartless," she whispered.

He shrugged, a dismissive gesture.

"Tell me something I don't know."

Their eyes met, hers filled with anger.

"Mark my words," she said, her voice low and intense.

"One day, you'll love someone truly, but you won't be able to have her. Just like I didn't get you."

For a moment, something tightened in his chest, a fleeting pang of emotion that he quickly pushed aside.

"Are you done?" he asked, his tone mocking.

"Now get out, and you'll get the money from my assistant."

The woman held his gaze for a moment longer, searching his features for any sign of regret.

But there was nothing, only a cold, detached indifference.

With a resigned sigh, she gathered her clothes from the floor and started to get dressed in silence.

He watched her, his expression unreadable.

Once she was dressed, the woman paused at the door, her hand on the knob.

"You know," she said, her voice barely above a whisper,

"you're going to end up all alone. No one will want to be with someone as cold and heartless as you."

He scoffed, a dismissive gesture.

"I'm fine being alone."

She shook her head, a smirk playing on her lips.

"We'll see about that." With that, she opened the door and left, the sound of her footsteps fading away.

Alone now, the man stared at the empty doorway, his thoughts swirling. He should have felt something, he knew that.

But the emotion, the connection, it all seemed to escape him.

It was as if he had built a wall around himself, a barrier that kept the world at a distance.

Sighing, he reached for his phone and called his assistant.

"Have you sent the money to her?" he asked.

"Yes, sir," the assistant replied, his voice calm and professional.

"Good." The man paused, his gaze drifting to the suit he had discarded the night before

"Get the car ready. I'll be there soon."

"Okay, sir."

Sliding out of bed, the man headed to the bathroom, the water from the shower cascading over his body.

As he dried off and got dressed, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, his expression unreadable.

This was who he was, he supposed, a man who had learned to be a heartless Mafia.

The Abeer Malhotra

Whom everyone fears!

Emotions only led to pain and disappointment, and he had had more than enough of both.

Grabbing his blazer, he made his way downstairs, his steps measured and deliberate.

The car was waiting, as his assistant had promised, and he slid into the backseat without a word.

"Where to, sir?" the driver asked, his eyes meeting the man's in the rearview mirror.

"The office," he replied, his voice void of any emotion.

The drive was silent, save for the hum of the engine and the occasional sound of traffic.

When they arrived at his office, the man stepped out of the car and made his way inside, nodding briefly to his assistant as he passed.

He didn't bother with small talk or pleasantries there was no need for such things.

Abeer settled into the leather chair in his cabin and pressed a button on the intercom.

Within moments, the door opened and two men entered, their faces filled with fear.

"What is this?" Abeer barked, his eyes narrowing as he glared at the men.

His voice was harsh and angry, making them shrink back.

The two men exchanged a nervous glance, their faces pale. One of them, a middle-aged man with thin hair, stammered,

"S-Sir, this is the weekly report you asked for."

Abeer snatched the papers from the man's trembling hands, his lips curled in a sneer.

"This is garbage," he spat, his brow furrowing as he quickly looked through the document.

"Profits are down, work is slipping, and there's nothing new. Do you two think I'm running a charity here?"

The other man, a younger one with a neatly trimmed beard, swallowed hard.

"W-We've had some problems, sir, but we're working on—"

"I don't want your excuses!" Abeer shouted, slamming his fist on the desk, making the men flinch.

"I want results, and I want them now. This company doesn't have time for your incompetence."

The older man opened his mouth, but Abeer raised a hand, silencing him.

"No more talking. I want a full plan to fix this on my desk by the end of the day, or I'll find people who can do the job."

The two men stood there, their faces etched with fear. Abeer leaned back in his chair, his gaze sweeping over them with a cold, calculating stare.

"Well? What are you waiting for? Get out of my sight and make it happen."

The men hurried out of the office, their footsteps echoing in the empty hallway.

Abeer watched them go, a cruel smile playing on his lips. He had no patience for weakness or failure, and he didn't apologize for it.

This was his kingdom, and he ruled with an iron fist.

Turning his attention back to the reports, Abeer let out a frustrated sigh. He hated dealing with useless employees.

But it was a necessary evil in the cutthroat business world. He needed a team that could execute his vision perfectly, without constantly needing help.

Then, he thought of something and picked up his blazer and phone, heading to his car. He got in the back seat and said to the driver,

"To the orphanage."

Abeer closed his eyes for a moment, mentally saying with a smirk on his lips,

"I'm coming to you."

The car made its way through the busy streets, and Abeer sat in the back, lost in his thoughts.

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