The rain drummed violently against the towering windows of Mansion.The city lights outside blurred into streaks of muted. Inside,the air was thick with the smell of whiskey and expensive cologne. VIKRANT SINGH RATHOR the billionaire Buisness man and an underworld Mafia.But it's better if we say that he is a drug addict due to some past problems. His once sharp eyes are now dulled by months of indulgence a dangerous mix of drugs and despite that had slowly consumed him. His past haunted him,a relentless ghost that whispered through the silence of his lavish world. He'd built an empire on ruthlessness on the idea he could bury the pain beneath the piles of money, endless women,and a steady stream of chemicals. But it was never enough.Nothing could drown out the guilt,the loss,the betrayal that had carved him into the hollow merciless man he'd become. And there was her- ZARA SAMANTRY She was the last person who had crossed path with. A woman is far too good for his world too kind,too pure to be dragged in his darkness. A doctor of all things.What a cruel twist of fate .He had tried to push her away and warned her about the darkness that followed him,the danger she would face if she stepped too close to him. But she Never listened . Now Every moment without her was a agony.Every second without the touch of her skin,the sound of her voice was like poison slowly seeping into his in veins.He carved her in ways that sacred him, ways that made him question if he could ever let her go. She was his last vice. His final addiction.One he wasn't sure he wanted to kick The sharp ring of his phone through the silence, breaking him from his spiralling thoughts.He knew who it was before even glancing at the screen. Zara's name flashed before him,a reminder of Everything he didn't deserve but he wanted more than anything. As he picked up the phone a smirk twisted his lips. The Game had already Begun.