— “When a mafia king wants something... he doesn’t ask. He takes.”

🔥 Author’s POV

It was never a question of if.

It was always a question of when.

Because Sagar Prabhakar didn’t believe in coincidences.

He believed in orchestrating fate.

📍 Scene: Avantika’s NGO — Morning Chaos

The morning was hectic as usual. Avantika’s dupatta barely stayed on her shoulder as she yelled at delivery guys.

"Arre bhaiya, yeh cement ka payment kal diya tha! Bill check karo properly!"

Kids ran around, aunties argued over ration, and volunteers were late as always.

Avantika (exasperated):

"Yeh sab mere bina kaise hota hai, pata nahi!"

⚡ Scene Shift: Enter Sagar Nalini Prabhakar — In Style.

A matte black Rolls Royce stopped outside the NGO gates. Four bodyguards stepped out first. Then, HE.

Black shirt. Sleeves folded. Rolex shining. Sunglasses that reflected danger. And a presence that made the air heavier.

People froze. Conversations died.

Even the wind forgot how to blow.

Avantika blinked.

"Ab yeh kya naye drama ka invitation hai?"

Sagar (cool, confident):

"Avantika Samar?"

Avantika (crosses arms):

"Tum? Phir se? Tumhe dukaan todne ke baad ab NGO todna hai kya?"

Sagar (grinning):

"Nahi. Aaj to main kuch banane aaya hoon... todne nahi."

⚡ The Conversation — Power Meets Fire:

Sagar (offering handshake):

"Sagar Prabhakar. Prabhakar Industries ka owner... aur kuch aur bhi."

Avantika (ignores the handshake):

"Aur yeh sab mujhe kyu bata rahe ho? Main tumse deal nahi karne wali."

Sagar (smirk widening):

"Sun to lo. Tumhare NGO ka sponsor banna chahta hoon."

Avantika (narrows eyes):

"Tumhe samajh kya rakha hai? Main koi bechne wali cheez nahi hoon. Na NGO, na main."

Sagar (leans closer, voice dark):

"Kisi ko kharidne ka irada nahi... bas... invest karna chahta hoon. Tum mein. Tumhare kaam mein."

Avantika stiffened. His words were clean. His tone wasn’t.

⚡ Tension Rising — Sparks Flying:

Avantika (snaps):

"Tumhe lagta hai yeh sab dikhawa se main impress ho jaungi? Mafia ho na tum? Samajhti hoon main."

Sagar’s smile faltered. Only for a second.

Then returned. Darker. More dangerous.

Sagar (low, teasing):

"Tumne mujhe judge toh kar liya... lekin kya kabhi mujhe samjha bhi hai?"

Avantika (deadpan):

"Nahi. Aur shauk bhi nahi hai."

📍 Power Move — Sagar’s Checkmate:

Sagar opened a leather file and pushed it across her desk.

Sagar:

"Yeh dekho. Tumhare NGO ke funds ke issues, pending government grants, aur jo tumhe pata bhi nahi tha... sab ka solution yaha hai."

Avantika flipped it open — her eyes widened.

It was true. Every problem listed. Every loophole closed.

Sagar (voice soft but lethal):

"Main chahta hoon ki tum kaam karo... bina in sab pareshaaniyon ke. Tumhara sapna poora ho... aur mujhe sirf... tumhare saath kaam karne ka haq."

Avantika (jaw clenched):

"Aur badle mein?"

Sagar’s eyes locked onto hers.

"Tumhara waqt. Tumhara bharosa. Aur... shayad... tumhara saath."

⚡ Silence. Just Heartbeats.

For the first time, Avantika didn’t have a comeback.

Because somewhere... a part of her wanted to say yes.

📍 Scene Cut — Sagar’s POV (Later That Night)

Sitting in his penthouse, whiskey in hand, Sagar chuckled.

"Yeh ladki... duniya ki sabse ziddi insaan hai... par mera dil keh raha hai... yeh ladki meri hone wali hai."

His fingers traced her name on the signed contract.

"Aur ab... yeh deal nahi... yeh destiny hai."

💎 Ending Narration:

“When kings play the game of fate... they don’t play fair.”

→ One deal.

→ One contract.

→ And a million unsaid promises of obsession, chaos... and something dangerously close to love.