A silent billionaire.
A woman trained to kill.
When power marries danger, love turns lethal.
I felt a hand on my chest and the phone rang.
Without opening my eyes fully, still trapped between sleep and awareness, I reached to the side table and answered.
“Good morning, sir,” Daksh said calmly.
“Very good morning,” I replied, my voice rough with sleep.
“The two men have taken the agent. They’ll reach the farmhouse in two hours.”
“Alright. I’m coming.”
I ended the call. That was enough sleep.
I removed the hand from my chest and glanced at the clock. Too early. Before the city woke. Before anyone noticed the day had begun. She had done her job well.
A woman’s voice stirred beside me.
“Why are you awake?” she murmured, half asleep. “It’s too early.”
I turned my head toward Shanya Singh.
“I know,” I said flatly, already moving to get up.
She caught my wrist.
“What?” I asked calmly.
“Are you leaving?” she asked, eyes searching. “I know you’re getting married… but in your heart, only I live.”
“Really?” I cut in, looking straight at her. “You only live on my bed.”
She sat up sharply. “I know you love me,” she said quickly. “Don’t lie to me.”
“Shut up,” I said, my voice rising just enough to sting. “You’re here because of the expensive gifts I give you.”
Her eyes widened. Truth does that.
I stood and walked toward the bathroom.
“You’re leaving for a woman you don’t even know,” she snapped behind me. “Maybe right now she’s lying in someone else’s bed—just like me.”
I stopped and turned. Walked back to her slowly. Close enough for fear to bloom. My eyes did the rest.
“Don’t you dare compare yourself to any woman,” I said softly, smiling in a way that made her breath hitch. “A woman who sells herself to any man for expensive things.”
She swallowed.
“Some women work hard to afford their desires,” I continued. “Not every woman chooses your path.”
“How do you know?” she whispered.
“My eyes are always on people who try to come near me.”
Silence.
“Get out,” I said. “And never show me your face again.”
I turned away and stepped into the bathroom, letting hot water burn the last traces of sleep from my body.
Shanya Singh thought she was invisible. Thought she was special. I once believed she was simple—honest and my but I was wrong. Surveillance never lies. She shared beds with men richer than morality, mistaking attention for power.
Trishika was different.
I had never met her. Never wanted to. This marriage wasn’t about love—it was about advantage. But her records told me enough. She earned what she owned.
Never depended. Never begged.
I respected that.
I dressed quickly and stepped into the car. I’d slept in the penthouse last night—the farmhouse wasn’t far.
The driver pulled onto the road. Two hours. Then the real work would begin.
I reached the farmhouse exactly when I expected to.
Cars were already lined near the gravel path. Everyone had arrived before me.
As planned.
I stepped out, adjusted my cuff, and walked toward the backyard, where voices and laughter filled the air.
Before I reached them, my phone rang.
Mother.
I stopped under the shade of a tree.
“Yes, Maa,” I said calmly.
Her voice was excited, rolling through all the marriage talk. I wasn’t even slightly interested—but I listened anyway.
From where I stood, I could hear everyone’s voices clearly.
“Well, the assassin did her work perfectly,” Sameer said.
“Yes—and very quickly,” Daksh added.
“Strong. Confident woman,” Kartik said, admiration undisguised.
I tightened my grip on the phone slightly.
Daksh laughed. “I know you all see her differently—I saw your expressions. Looks like two men are already falling.”
He’d been talking like that for a week now. I could see a slight change in his behavior.
“Really? Both of you?” Nishant teased. “But none of you have even seen her face.”
“Well,” Sameer said, “some women don’t need a face. Their presence is enough.”
A pause.
Then laughter.
“So how did you manage not to fall, Daksh?” Reyansh asked.
“Well, bro has a girlfriend now,” Kartik said.
“Moving fast,” Nishant remarked.
“And you, Reyansh?” Nishant continued. “Your behavior’s changed too.”
Reyansh chuckled. “I have my eyes on one woman. Let’s see where it goes.”
“Interesting,” Sameer said.
Daksh laughed again. “The most interesting part? Even sir seemed affected. His behavior was… different.”
“That moment—no one would’ve guessed,” Kartik said with a laugh. “He’s a very dangerous man.”
“Yes, I noticed that too,” Sameer agreed.
“Oh, we missed that,” Reyansh and Nishant said together.
I ended the call with my mother smoothly, my voice steady till the last word. If I let them speak their nonsense for even a second longer, I would have burst out in anger.
They were talking about me. My grip around the phone was so tight it felt like it could break at any second.
How dare they.
But I calmed myself. I admitted something had changed. I had no words for how desperately I wanted to see her again. The thought made something in my chest stir—and I felt overwhelmed.
But I hadn’t changed completely—that was their mistake.
And in my world, mistakes were fatal.
I stepped into the meeting area.
The moment they noticed me, the conversation died instantly. Chairs scraped back. Every man stood up at once.
“Good morning, sir,” they said together.
“Very good morning to all of you,” I replied evenly.
I gestured with my hand.
“Sit. Relax.”
They obeyed immediately.
“Sir, they’ll be here in twenty minutes,” Kartik said.
“Hm.” I nodded.
Until then, we spoke business.
Exactly twenty minutes later, the sound of a car engine cut through the air.
I smiled faintly.
Two men dragged the agent toward us, shoving him forward. He could barely stand, his legs trembling. Sweat and dried blood streaked his pale face—any arrogance he once had was gone.
“Walk,” one of the men barked, pushing him again.
He collapsed onto the floor in front of us, unable to stand anymore. Tears spilled freely now—ugly, desperate.
“Welcome,” Kartik said, smiling as if greeting a guest.
“I—I don’t know anything,” the man sobbed.
“We’re not asking anything yet,” I said calmly, returning Kartik’s smile.
Daksh leaned forward, voice gentle.
“Sit comfortably. No need to rush.”
Reyansh chuckled.
“The game hasn’t even started.”
The agent broke down completely.
“Don’t cry,” Nishant said casually. “Save your tears. You’ll need them.”
Kartik glanced at the guards.
“Prepare everything.”
Two men brought out a metal spinner and placed it in the center. Different body parts were written on it.
The agent noticed it. That’s when he started screaming. The guards untied him and hauled him to his feet, forcing him to stand.
Nishant clapped once, amused.
“Spinner of destiny,” he said. “Let’s see how much of you survives today.”
Laughter echoed around the space.
One guard flicked the spinner.
It spun and stopped.
The room went silent.
I leaned back in my chair, my eyes fixed on the man trembling in front of us.
“Proceed,” I said quietly.
His scream echoed through the farmhouse. Blood spread across the floor, staining everything in its path—yet not a trace of mercy crossed our eyes.
The spinner spun multiple times, taking his fingers, teeth, even his sight—yet death refused to claim him.
“Stop—please,” the man whispered, voice shaking. “I’ll talk.”
I didn’t answer.
Silence unsettles people more than screams.
Sameer smiled. “Unfortunate.”
Guards moved. The agent finally went down. He had lost too many parts of himself.
Daksh crouched in front of him, voice gentle. “That was just the beginning.”
The spinner turned again.
This time, he talked before it stopped.
“The secretary,” he sobbed. “He’s not in the city. He’s underground—but I don’t know where.”
I lifted my gaze slightly.
“And the seaport. Who blasted our seaport?” I asked.
His lips trembled.
“Not Singhania’s men. Someone else. I don’t know who they are—only the top people do.”
We have many enemies, but this time, we were introduced through the news.
Interesting
But the question still remains—who?
The spinner clicked again. The agent screamed before it landed.
“Who fired on Reyansh and Nishant?” I asked calmly.
That broke him completely.
“A shooter was hired,” he cried. “That was a warning shot—but it wasn’t from Singhania either.”
A shooter was hired for my brother. All our enemies are getting too close.
They all looked at me in shock, waiting for my reaction too.
“Aakash Singhania and Vivek Khurana—are they involved?”
“No,” he sobbed. “They’re not involved. But they’re investigating—and they’re happy with the person who hired the contract killer.”
So the conclusion was clear.
There was a third man in the story—or more.
Something sharp settled behind my ribs—not anger.
Guilt.
Was I failing to protect my family?
I looked at him one last time and straightened my cuffs. “Dispose of him.”
The hope shattered.
“No—no—please—you promised—”
None of us cared about his screams anymore.
He is a man involved in many disguised activities.
By the time dawn crept in, the farmhouse was clean again.
Only answers. And one certainty burning clearly now—
Whoever he was…
He wasn’t playing defense. He was shaping the board.
Two guards entered, carrying a body. They dropped it at our feet with a dull thud.
Silence fell over the room.
For a second, no one spoke.
Then—
“Who is he?” Reyansh asked.
One of the guards straightened.
“Sir… he’s the sniper. The one we sent to follow Velvet Viper. As per orders.”
Cold silence.
“What happened to him?” I asked, my voice steady even as something unfamiliar stirred beneath my ribs.
Kartik’s jaw tightened. “Who did this?”
The second guard swallowed.
“Sir… she did. She killed him. Then ordered us to deliver the body to you.”
Shock moved through the room
Even I hadn’t expected this.
Then a voice cut through it all.
“Hope you like it, Mr. Rathor.”
I looked up.
A woman stood at the entrance, draped in a black, form-fitting dress that traced her curves and flowed to the floor. A black veil covered her entire face, silver jewelry resting on her shoulders. Her heels clicked against the floor, echoing through the room.
Velvet Viper.
She was more dangerous hidden than most women were revealed.
She stepped forward, her presence commanding the room effortlessly. With a simple tilt of her head, she signaled a guard to bring a chair—and he obeyed instantly.
She sat.
Everyone stared.
“I warned you,” she said, her voice calm—but threaded with fury. “Not to surveil me. None of you listened.”
“Relax,” Daksh said carefully. “We just wanted to test—”
Her head snapped toward him.
“Am I a subject?” she asked quietly. “Or a pawn in your games?”
Daksh froze. He knew—too late—that he’d chosen the wrong words.
“Keep your money,” she continued, rising smoothly. “Keep your contract. I’m not working with people who don’t understand boundaries.”
She turned to leave.
“Calm down,” Kartik said quickly, softer now.
“We’re sorry,” Nishant added at once. “We doubted you. That was our mistake.”
She paused—but didn’t turn.
“So now you believe I’m capable?” she said coolly.
“Yes, we’re stunned by your work,” Sameer said quickly.
“Good,” she said, steadying her voice. “But consider the contract void.”
“But your work proved us wrong,” Reyansh said. “And we want you to complete every contract.”
“I don’t care,” she replied.
She started walking again.
“Wait.”
My voice.
She stopped—but didn’t turn.
Trying to salvage the situation, Kartik said, “We’re sorry. Please don’t walk away like this.”
They all apologized. And they were right to.
Interfering in a professional’s personal life was a mistake. Especially someone like her—someone who survived in a brutal world with this much dominance. Safety was sacred to people like her.
Still, I hadn’t spoken.
Finally, she turned.
“I’ll stay,” she said, deliberate, “only if Mr. Rathor apologizes.”
Her voice was mischief wrapped in challenge.
Every head turned toward me.
Nishant tried to intervene. “We already apologized—”
“But I want to hear it from Mr. Rathor,” she said.
Slowly, I exhaled. Then I smiled.
“I’m sorry,” I said calmly. “It was a mistake. It won’t happen again.”
She giggled confidently.
Everyone stared at me. Mouths slightly open. They’d never seen me apologize.
“Fine,” she said, turning at last. “I’ll take the contract.”
She sat.
She has no idea what she’s become.
My only weak spot.
I could destroy the world for her or drag her into it with me.
Willingly… or by force.
Either way, she wouldn’t escape me.
Because she’s mine.
Forever mine.
“Daksh will brief you,” I said, already standing. I signaled the others to move.
As I walked away, Daksh stepped forward to her with the file.
I gestured Reyansh and Nishant closer. “Go home. Handle the arrangements. Call me when the rituals begin—or if you actually need me.”
“Yes, brother,” Reyansh said.
“Don’t disturb me with nonsense,” I warned. “I have an important meeting.”
“We understand,” Nishant replied. And they left.
I turned back
Daksh was explaining details to her. And Kartik and Sameer were hovering.
“Coffee or tea?” Kartik asked, suddenly polite holding out a tray
“You look tired,” Sameer added. “You should sit.”
She glanced at them. “I’m fine. Thank you.”
That was enough. What the hell were they doing?
“Kartik. Sameer,” I said coldly. “Let’s go.”
They straightened instantly and followed.
As we walked away, I felt it—her presence. Still watching.
She’s not just an assassin—she’s mine now. I’d do anything for her, apologize a hundred times if I had to… because she is only mine, and no one else’s.
She is a storm too, but for the first time in a long while—
I welcomed the risk.
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