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The grand dining hall of the Morozova mansion glowed dimly under golden chandeliers. The long mahogany table stretched across the room, set with silverware and steaming platters of food. But the four brothers sitting there weren’t ordinary men—they were predators, each carrying the aura of power and danger.

Tyler sat at the head of the table, silent, his piercing eyes watching everything. His brothers knew better than to disturb his silence, until he finally spoke.

“Damien,” Tyler’s deep voice echoed, cold and sharp. “What’s the update about the Indian and Thailand shipments?”

Damien placed his fork down neatly, his calm face betraying no emotion. “Big brother, the Thailand shipment has already reached Russia successfully. But the Indian one…” His jaw tightened. “Our man Gupta betrayed us. He sided with the Italians.”

A dangerous silence fell. Adrian’s fist slammed against the table, making the cutlery rattle. “Betrayal?” His eyes burned with fury. “Give us the order, big brother. I’ll destroy Gupta and anyone who dares stand with him!”

Tyler’s gaze darkened, a deadly calm settling over him. “So…” his voice was ice, “…the Sinclairs have bought our man?”

Ivan leaned forward, smirking slightly, though his eyes carried seriousness. “Then what’s the plan, brother? Do we let this go… or do we show them what happens when you touch Morozova business?”

Just then, footsteps echoed. Nicola, Tyler’s trusted assistant, entered the hall, bowing respectfully. “Boss.”

Tyler’s cold eyes shifted toward him. “Speak.”

“Boss,” Nicola said firmly, “we’ve discovered that the Indian shipment never left India. The Italians haven’t received it yet. If we make our move there, we can intercept it before it crosses borders.”

Ivan whistled low. “Well done, Nicola. So the goods are still in India.” He looked at Tyler. “Perfect chance, don’t you think?”

Tyler’s lips curled into the faintest, cruel smile. “Then it’s decided.” He leaned back in his chair, his gaze sharp as steel. “I’ll go to India. Nicola, you’re coming with me. Damien, Adrian, Ivan—you three stay here and secure the other deals.”

The three brothers exchanged glances and nodded in unison. Their loyalty was absolute.

Damien adjusted his glasses. “Understood, brother. We’ll handle Russia.”

Adrian cracked his knuckles with a bloodthirsty grin. “Just bring Gupta’s head back, Tyler.”

Ivan smirked, swirling his glass of wine. “And maybe bring back some Indian beauty too, eh?”

Adrian glared at him. “Shut up, Ivan. This is business.”

Ivan chuckled, shrugging. “Business or pleasure—Tyler always gets both.”

Tyler rose from his seat, towering over them, his aura suffocating. “This isn’t about women. This is about betrayal. And betrayal… must be paid in blood.”

The Devil had made his MOVE.            

India – Tara’s World

Meanwhile, in a quiet middle-class home in India, a different kind of warmth filled the air. Tara returned from her first day of college, her face glowing with happiness. She dropped her bag on the sofa and rushed into the kitchen.

“Ma! College was amazing today!” she said breathlessly.

Meera smiled, rolling out chapatis. “Slow down, beta. Tell me one by one.”

“I made a new friend!” Tara said excitedly. “Her name is Ritika. She’s so funny and so talkative, Ma. She didn’t even let me stay nervous. She pulled me everywhere!”

Aarav, lounging on the sofa, snorted. “Good. At least you won’t bore people with your silent shy face anymore.”

“Bhai!” Tara pouted, hitting him lightly with her dupatta.

Papa looked up from his papers, his stern face softening. “That’s good, beti. Make friends, study hard. We are proud of you.”

Dinner was served, the family sitting together as laughter and chatter filled the small dining room. The Sharmas didn’t have much, but what they had was priceless—love, respect, and together.

Elsewhere in India

But not far away, in the dark alleys of the underworld, another dinner was taking place.

Kartik Gupta, the very man who betrayed the Morozovas, sat in a lavish restaurant with his men. He raised a glass of wine, smirking arrogantly.

“In two weeks, the shipment will be on its way to Italy,” Gupta said confidently. “The Sinclairs will reward us generously. The Russians won’t even know what hit them.”

His men laughed, clinking glasses.

But what Gupta didn’t know was that far away, the Devil had already risen from his throne.

Tyler Morozova was coming.

And India was about to witness what happened when the Devil himself hunted betrayal.

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✨ Contrast was clear—while Tara’s world bloomed with innocence and dreams, shadows of the mafia world were creeping closer to her. Fate had already begun weaving their collision.