**Mumbai,**
**In a large office building,**
A twenty-six-year-old woman was striding towards the parking lot, the sound of her black six-inch heels clicking sharply with each step. Her beautiful face was glowing with an intensity that outshone the sun's rays, and it was evident that she was so furious she could burn someone to ashes with just a glare. The atmosphere around her was dangerous and intimidating.
Talking about her appearance, she had a round face with sharp features, thin pink lips adorned with red lipstick, a small mole above her lips, and a perfectly sculpted, voluptuous body that made her look like a stunning enchantress. She was dressed in a full black business suit, her long, waist-length curly hair tied back in a ponytail. In short, she had the looks of an angel and the attitude of a devil.
As she walked briskly towards her car, she said in a menacing tone to her secretary, "Kapil, get the car. He can't escape me today. How dare he set his sights on my ashram and the people there?"
Kapil quickly obeyed, retrieving the car, and they drove off. A while later, the car stopped outside a dilapidated building. The woman, still seething with anger, stepped out in her black business suit and began walking swiftly towards the ruin. Her secretary followed her closely.
Sensing someone following her, the woman turned and, in a chilling tone, ordered, "Stay here. I don't want you to come inside."
Kapil, knowing his boss's temper, stayed put but hesitated, saying, "Boss, how will you go in alone? Let me..."
Before he could finish his sentence, the woman cut him off, "No argument. I'm going in alone." With that, she walked inside.
Kapil stood there, quietly waiting by the car. Suddenly, he remembered something and, in a rush, took out his phone, sending a message to someone, "She went inside. Stay with the boss."
In response, he received a thumbs-up and a kiss emoji. Seeing the kiss emoji, Kapil slapped his forehead in frustration.
Inside the ruin,
A fifty-five-year-old man, watching a shivering child, laughed maniacally, "Wake up. Just seeing your terrified face will strike fear into that arrogant girl's heart. She thinks she can challenge us men, but in the end, she's just a woman. How will she escape all these men standing before her?" He then laughed loudly, looking at his bodyguards.
This man was Rajan Sisodia, a well-known businessman whose only goal was money, regardless of whether it was earned by fair or foul means. Rajan was determined to acquire whatever he wanted. Currently, he had his eye on a piece of land. An ashram stood on this land, and Rajan wanted to demolish it to build a complex. He had been trying to acquire this land for months but was consistently thwarted by a woman.
Rajan turned to one of his men and said, "Manu, wake him up! If he doesn't wake up, throw water on his face."
Manu nodded and was about to throw water on the child when a hand grabbed his wrist. Looking up, he saw a woman who had snatched the glass from him and splashed the water right in Rajan's face.
"Aaah," Rajan recoiled in shock, stepping back, while Manu moved towards his boss. The woman, having thrown the water, now held a pistol in her hand.
"Hey, woman, drop the gun. Who are you?" Manu demanded, pointing his gun at her head.
Rajan, still fuming from the unexpected cold water, looked up and muttered a name under his breath, "Aarohi Mathur."