CHAPTER 4

Rithvik Suryavanshi was a man of contradictions. On the surface, he appeared to be the perfect prince, always dressed impeccably in the finest suits and exuding an air of confidence and poise. He was charming and charismatic, able to win over almost anyone with his easy smile and smooth words.

But beneath the surface, there was a darkness to him that few ever saw. As the leader of the city's most powerful mafia syndicate, he was not afraid to get his hands dirty when necessary, and his ruthlessness was legendary among his peers.

Despite this, there was a certain honor to Rithvik that set him apart from the other criminals he worked with. He had a strict code of ethics that he never deviated from, and he was fiercely loyal to those who earned his trust.

His life was one of constant balancing acts, trying to maintain his dual identities without letting either one slip. It was a lonely existence, but one that he had chosen for himself.

Rithvik was a man of few close relationships, but those who he did let in knew him as fiercely protective and fiercely loving. He had a soft spot for those who were vulnerable or in need, and he would go to great lengths to ensure their safety and well-being.

In short, Rithvik was a complex and multifaceted man, capable of great kindness and great cruelty in equal measure. He was a man to be feared and respected, but also one to be admired and even loved, for those who were lucky enough to earn his trust.

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Rithvik Suryavanshi was a striking figure, with sharp, angular features that gave him a commanding presence. He had a strong jawline and piercing, intense eyes that seemed to see right through anyone who met his gaze.

His body was tall and lean, with a powerful build that hinted at his physical strength. He carried himself with a confidence and grace that drew the attention of everyone around him, and his movements were precise and deliberate.

Girls were often drawn to Rithvik like moths to a flame, unable to resist his magnetic pull. He had a natural charisma that made him irresistible, and his quiet intensity only added to his allure.

But Rithvik was not a man who was easily swayed by flattery or attention. He was guarded and reserved, and it took more than just a pretty face to catch his interest. He valued intelligence, strength, and independence in a woman, and he was not afraid to challenge anyone who dared to underestimate him.

His aura was one of power and control, a quiet confidence that demanded respect from those around him. Even in a crowded room, Rithvik stood out, his presence filling the space with an almost tangible energy.

In short, Rithvik Suryavanshi was a man who commanded attention, respect, and admiration wherever he went. He was a force to be reckoned with, and those who dared to underestimate him did so at their own peril.

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Rithvik Suryavanshi's love life was a complicated and guarded affair. As a mafia don, he had to be careful about the people he associated with, especially when it came to matters of the heart. He knew that getting too close to someone could make him vulnerable, and he couldn't afford to let his guard down.

That being said, Rithvik had his fair share of admirers. Women were drawn to him like moths to a flame, fascinated by his commanding presence and dangerous edge. But Rithvik was not one to play games or indulge in meaningless flings. He was looking for something more substantial, something that would give him a reason to let his guard down and open himself up to another person.

Despite his reputation as a cold and calculating man, Rithvik had a soft spot for the right woman. He was drawn to intelligence, strength, and independence, and he valued honesty and loyalty above all else. He was not one to settle for anything less than a deep and meaningful connection, and he was willing to wait for the right woman to come along.

However, finding love was not easy for Rithvik. He had to navigate the dangerous waters of the criminal underworld, always keeping one eye on his enemies and the other on his heart. But he was determined to find the right person, someone who would stand by his side through thick and thin and help him navigate the treacherous path he had chosen for himself.

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As Rithvik was pouring himself a glass of whiskey, he heard the sound of footsteps approaching from behind him. Before he could turn around, Arun's voice boomed through the room.

Arun's expression hardened as he stood behind Rithvik, and he spoke with a raised voice. "What the hell were you thinking, Rithvik? You could have put yourself and our entire business in danger with that stunt you pulled today!" he exclaimed.

Rithvik turned to face Arun, looking annoyed. "What are you talking about?" he asked, taking another sip of his whiskey.

"Don't play dumb with me," Arun retorted, his voice tinged with anger. "That car explosion could have easily been traced back to us. You know we have enemies everywhere, and they're just waiting for a chance to take us down."

Rithvik rolled his eyes, clearly unimpressed with Arun's scolding. "Relax, Arun. I know what I'm doing. And besides, I had no choice but to take that guy out. He was a traitor and a danger to us all."

Arun shook his head, clearly unconvinced. "You can't keep acting like this, Rithvik. You need to start thinking about the consequences of your actions. We can't afford any more slip-ups like this."

Rithvik sighed and rubbed his temples, feeling the beginnings of a headache coming on. He knew Arun was right, but it was hard to stay calm and collected when his entire life was constantly in danger. "Fine, I'll be more careful next time," he muttered, finishing off his drink.

Arun's expression softened as Rithvik explained the situation, but he still looked concerned.

"I understand your reasoning, Rithvik, but you have to be more careful. We can't afford to have any slip-ups, especially with your family being unaware of our business. One mistake could ruin everything we've worked for."

Rithvik took another sip of his whiskey, contemplating Arun's words. He knew Arun was right, but the constant pressure of his double life was starting to wear on him.

"I know, Arun. It's just...sometimes it feels like Arun poured himself a drink and took a sip before saying, "You know Rithvik, your mom and sister can be pretty scary when they want something. They had me cornered in the living room and wouldn't let me leave until I promised to bring you to see this girl they've picked out for you."

Rithvik rolled his eyes and took another sip of his drink. "I'm not interested in getting married, Arun. They need to understand that."

Arun raised an eyebrow. "And how long do you plan on avoiding marriage, my friend? Until you're an old man with no hair left?"

Rithvik chuckled. "I'll cross that bridge when I come to it."

Arun smirked. "Well, you better start crossing soon because your mom's already picked out the girl's wedding dress."

Rithvik groaned. "Don't even joke about that, Arun. I don't want to end up with someone I don't even know."

Arun nodded. "I hear you, man. But you know your mom, she's relentless. And your sister's not any better. I think they both have their hearts set on this girl."

Rithvik sighed. "I know. But I can't just marry someone because they want me to. I have to find someone I actually want to spend the rest of my life with."

Arun clinked his glass against Rithvik's. "Well, here's to hoping you find her soon. Otherwise, you'll be stuck with that girl your mom picked out, and we'll all be wearing matching wedding outfits."

Rithvik laughed and took another sip. "Let's hope it doesn't come to that, Arun."

I can't trust anyone. Not even my own team."

Arun placed a comforting hand on Rithvik's shoulder. "I know it's not easy, but you're not alone. We're all in this together. And as your friend and manager, it's my job to make sure you stay safe and your business runs smoothly."

Rithvik nodded, grateful for Arun's support. "Thanks, Arun. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Arun smiled. "That's what friends are for."

Arun glanced over at Rithvik's hand and noticed that his ring was missing. "Where's your ring, man?" he asked.

Rithvik looked down at his hand and sighed. "I lost it somewhere. I've been trying to find it all day."

Arun raised an eyebrow. "That's unlike you. That ring is your lucky charm, isn't it?"

Rithvik nodded. "Yeah, it's special to me. My grandfather gave it to me when I was a kid."

Arun shrugged. "Well, don't worry about it too much. It's just a ring. You'll find it eventually."

Rithvik nodded, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. He had a sinking feeling in his stomach that he couldn't explain.

Arun is a jolly and affable person, always ready with a joke or a witty comment. He has a warm and welcoming personality, with an infectious smile that can put anyone at ease. Despite his easy-going nature, Arun is also extremely smart and savvy, with a sharp mind for business and a knack for problem-solving.

Arun's loyalty to Rithvik runs deep, and he is willing to go to great lengths to protect his friend and his business. He became friends with Rithvik during their college days, where they bonded over their shared love of adventure and risk-taking. When Rithvik revealed his involvement in the mafia world to Arun, the latter was taken aback at first but eventually decided to help him manage his business.

Arun's facial features are sharp and defined, with piercing eyes that seem to sparkle with mischief. He has a lean and athletic build, and he carries himself with confidence and ease. Despite his easy-going nature, Arun can be deadly serious when the situation calls for it, and he is not one to back down from a challenge.

Arun and Rithvik have different interests and personalities. While Rithvik is more reserved and focused on his business and mafia activities, Arun is more outgoing and social. Arun enjoys partying, dancing, and meeting new people, while Rithvik prefers to stay low-key and avoid attracting too much attention.

In terms of their likes and dislikes, Arun enjoys watching sports, especially cricket, and playing video games in his free time. He also loves trying new restaurants and cuisines, and enjoys watching action movies and TV shows. On the other hand, Rithvik enjoys reading books about history and politics, and watching documentaries about the same subjects. He also likes to stay physically fit and practices martial arts as a form of exercise.

Despite their differences, Arun and Rithvik share a strong bond and loyalty towards each other. Arun's outgoing personality and charm complement Rithvik's more serious and reserved nature, and they work well together as a team to run Rithvik's business and mafia operations.

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They were talking when Arun received a call from an unknown number and when he answered it, the person on the other end shared the details of Nia's whereabouts. Nia was Rithvik's childhood best friend who he had lost touch with when she suddenly moved to another country due to some personal issues. Rithvik always considered Nia as his little sister and was worried about her well-being.

Arun: "Rithvik, listen to me. I have some good news. I found out about Nia's whereabouts."

Rithvik: "What? Nia? Where is she?"

Arun: "She's living in another country, but I managed to get her new phone number. I think you should talk to her."

Rithvik: "What if she doesn't want to talk to me? We lost touch years ago."

Arun: "Come on, Rithvik. You know Nia. She'll be happy to hear from you. She was like a daughter to you."

Rithvik: "I know, but...I don't know. What if something happened to her? I can't lose her, Arun."

Arun: "Relax, man. She's fine. I talked to her on the phone. She sounded good."

Rithvik: "Okay, give me her number. I'll call her now."

(After a few minutes of dialing)

Nia: "Hello?"

Rithvik: "Nia, it's me, Rithvik."

Nia: "Oh my god, Rithvik! It's been so long! How are you?"

Rithvik: "I'm good, Nia. I'm just...relieved to hear your voice. Arun found out about your whereabouts and I was worried sick."

Nia: "Oh, don't worry about me. I'm doing well. I had to leave Mumbai for a while to clear my head, you know?"

Rithvik: "Yeah, I understand. I'm just glad you're okay."

Nia: "Of course, I'm okay. I'm sorry for worrying you, Rithvik. You know I would never want to do that."

Rithvik: "I know, Nia. You're like family to me. I'll do anything to keep you safe."

Nia: "I know you will, Rithvik. You always have. And I appreciate that more than you know."

Nia: Rithvik, I'm sorry for leaving without telling anyone. I just needed some time alone.

Rithvik: (sighs) Nia, you could have told me. I was so worried about you. Why did you do this to yourself?

Nia: I'm sorry, Rithvik. I just couldn't handle the guilt of what I did to Arav and Mila. I had to leave to find some peace.

Rithvik: (pauses for a moment) Nia, you didn't do anything wrong. Arav and Mila's relationship was doomed from the start. You can't blame yourself for that.

Nia: (sighs) I know, Rithvik. But I still feel guilty.

Rithvik: (sighs) Listen, Nia. I'm just glad you're okay. Please don't do this to me again. I can't handle it.

Nia: (smiles) I won't, Rithvik. I promise.

Arun: (interrupts) Rithvik, we have to talk about your business. It's getting out of hand.

Rithvik: (sighs) Not now, Arun. Can't you see I'm talking to Nia?

Arun: (insistent) Rithvik, this is important.

Rithvik: (annoyed) Fine, what is it?

Arun: (serious) We've been getting a lot of attention from the police lately. We need to lay low for a while.

Rithvik: (frustrated) Dammit! Why does this have to happen now? (pauses for a moment) Okay, let's talk about this later. I need some time to process everything.

Nia: (concerned) Rithvik, is everything okay?

Rithvik: (forces a smile) Yeah, everything's fine. Don't worry about it. (pauses for a moment) Listen, Nia. I have to go now, but we'll catch up soon, okay?

Nia: (smiles) Okay, Rithvik. Take care of yourself.

Rithvik: (smiles) You too. (hangs up)

Rithvik and Arun quickly finished their drinks and stepped outside to see what was going on where the incident happened earlier. As they reached there, they saw a crowd gathered around, and the police were trying to disperse them.

Rithvik walked up to one of the police officers and asked, "What happened here? Why are you all here?"

The police officer looked at Rithvik suspiciously and replied, "There was an incident here earlier today. A car exploded, and we suspect foul play."

Rithvik looked around, trying to piece together what had happened. He could see the burnt remains of the car and the ash around it.

Arun looked at Rithvik and whispered, "We need to be careful. The police are getting closer to discovering your true identity."

Rithvik nodded in agreement and said, "We need to make sure that we're not caught. We can't afford to lose everything we've built."

Arun looked at him with a serious expression and said, "We need to be more careful from now on. We can't let any slip-ups happen again."

Rithvik nodded again, and the two of them walked away from the scene, knowing that they needed to tread carefully from now on.

Rithvik's eyes were drawn to a scarf lying on the ground, partially covered by a pile of debris. He walked over and picked it up, examining it closely. The scarf was made of soft, silky fabric and was a beautiful shade of deep purple. As he held it in his hands, memories flooded back to him.

"This scarf...it looks familiar," Rithvik muttered to himself, his brow furrowing in thought. "Where have I seen it before?"

Arun walked up beside him and peered over his shoulder at the scarf. "That's a nice scarf," he commented, "but what does it have to do with anything?"

Rithvik turned to look at Arun, a perplexed expression on his face. "I don't know," he admitted, "but there's something about it...something that's nagging at me."

Arun shrugged. "Maybe it belongs to one of the girls who came this grocery store," he suggested.

Rithvik nodded thoughtfully, but he couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the scarf than met the eye. He carefully wrapped it up and put it in his pocket, determined to figure out the mystery behind it.

As they walked away, Arun couldn't help but ask Rithvik about the scarf. "Why did you take that scarf, Rithvik? Do you know who it belongs to?"

Rithvik hesitated for a moment before replying, "I don't know whose it is, but it's a nice scarf. Maybe I'll give it to someone as a gift."

Arun shook his head in disbelief. "You can't just take someone's property like that, Rithvik. What if it belongs to the person you just killed?"

Rithvik scoffed. "Don't be ridiculous, Arun. That guy was a traitor and he deserved what he got. Besides, it's just a scarf. It's not like it's a big deal."

Arun sighed, knowing that arguing with Rithvik was pointless. He just hoped that his friend's recklessness wouldn't come back to haunt him.