Mumbai. One night, a car was speeding along a deserted road. Inside was Ahaan Kapoor—a twenty-eight-year-old man who was both a prominent businessman and a dreaded mafia kingpin.

With deep black eyes and a bearded, fair face, he was striking enough to leave anyone who saw him spellbound. Clad in a black tuxedo, his physique—especially his biceps—was enough to make any woman lose her heart. He was busy with a crucial meeting on his laptop when, suddenly, he heard loud screams.