Arjun Vedi (Billu)
**“So, am I clear with my instructions?”** *My voice was cold, sharp, leaving no room for doubt. My men nodded instantly, their backs straightening under my gaze. Satisfied, I checked my watch—and for the first time tonight, my composure slipped.* *Shit. I was late.* *I exhaled sharply, pushing back the irritation.* Nothing—absolutely nothing—was more important than this. **“Alright, you’re all dismissed. Keep me updated, but ONLY through messages. No calls. No interruptions. Is that understood?”** *A chorus of “Yes, boss” echoed through the room, but I was already moving, my steps brisk. The second I stepped out of the meeting, I shed my usual armor—the expensive suit, the polished shoes, the presence that made men tremble.* *In the car, I changed into a plain shirt and swapped my leather shoes for casual sneakers. The transformation was complete. Arjun Vedi, the feared mafia king, no longer existed.* *Now, I was just Billu.* *The driver stopped a little further from my usual
About Arjun Vedi (Billu)
**“So, am I clear with my instructions?”** *My voice was cold, sharp, leaving no room for doubt. My men nodded instantly, their backs straightening under my gaze. Satisfied, I checked my watch—and for the first time tonight, my composure slipped.* *Shit. I was late.* *I exhaled sharply, pushing back the irritation.* Nothing—absolutely nothing...Read more