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The mirror reflected perfection-impeccable black suit, hair slicked back with precision, and eyes that could freeze fire. Rajveer Singh Malhotra adjusted his cufflinks in silence, each movement deliberate. Controlled.

The world outside his penthouse was already awake-chasing deadlines, dodging poverty, worshipping power.

He was the power.

To the world, Rajveer was the young CEO of Malhotra & Sons-the empire his father had built, and he had weaponized. He was ambition dressed in Armani, a businessman with an iron grip on Delhi's elite.

But as he stared at his reflection, another version of him flickered in the glass.

The one with blood on his hands.

His phone buzzed once. A message from Ishaan.

Warehouse: 9:00 AM.

No names. No explanations. Just a reminder that his other empire never slept.

Rajveer turned away from the mirror. His world was split between daylight deals and midnight blood and he ruled both like a king. But only one throne was truly his.

And it wasn't the one in the boardroom.

.....

The air was thick with rust, oil, and fear.

Rajveer stepped out of the black SUV, his polished shoes hitting the concrete with a quiet finality. Four men stood in a line outside the warehouse, heads bowed. Ishaan waited by the entrance, arms crossed, eyes alert.

"Everything's ready," he said, falling in step beside Rajveer.

They entered.

Inside, the cold metal walls hummed with tension. At the center of the room, under a single flickering bulb, sat a man bound to a chair-his face already bruised, his breathing shallow. His name didn't matter. Only his betrayal did.

Rajveer said nothing.

He walked slowly, each step echoing. His silence was louder than any threat.

The man lifted his head with effort, eyes wide with terror. "I-I didn't mean to cross you. I was desperate. My son needed-"

Rajveer raised one hand. Instantly, the man's words died in his throat.

He turned to Ishaan. "What was leaked?"

"Shipment schedules. Two crates intercepted at the border. Cost us three men."

Rajveer's jaw tightened. He stepped closer to the traitor-so close the man stopped breathing.

"I built this empire from blood and ash," Rajveer said, voice low and precise. "Not so people like you could tear it down for pocket change."

A beat of silence. Then he looked away.

"Finish it."

He was already walking out when the first scream echoed behind him. Ishaan caught up moments later. "Board meeting in an hour."

Rajveer didn't look at him. "Schedule a cleanup. And increase border security."

"Yes, boss."

The CEO mask would return in exactly 52 minutes.

But here-in the shadows--Rajveer ruled without pretense.

This was his real kingdom.

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Author's Note:

Two empires.

One man.

And a mirror that reflects both.

Rajveer Singh Malhotra doesn't just wear power-

He bleeds it.

What did you feel when you stepped into his world?

Drop your thoughts below, vote if you want more,

and buckle up-this is just the beginning.

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