In the glass tower of Malik Enterprises, the evening lights glowed against the skyline. From the outside, it looked like any other corporate giant—employees rushing with files, meetings in boardrooms, and the logo shining proudly on the rooftop. To the world, it was a place of dreams, where ambitious graduates longed to work.
But inside Arjun Malik’s private office on the top floor, dreams had no place. Only deals. And threats.
Arjun sat in his leather chair, a cigarette burning slowly between his fingers, the city lights reflecting in his cold eyes. Raghu leaned against the wall, arms crossed, while Kabir flipped through a thick folder of financial reports.
Kabir finally spoke. “The new shipments are in. We can route them through the docks at Gujarat. No one will dare check containers marked with Malik Enterprises.”
Arjun exhaled a thin stream of smoke. “Good. Make sure the accounts are clean. The world must see profits, not blood.”
Raghu chuckled. “Sometimes I forget we’re supposed to be ‘businessmen.’ The newspapers call you a genius, Arjun bhai. A self-made billionaire.”
Arjun’s lips curved into something that was not quite a smile. “Let them believe that. Respect is easier to buy when they think you’re untouchable.”
The door opened and a nervous manager stepped in, carrying a tablet. “S-Sir, tomorrow’s press conference is scheduled. Journalists want to know if Malik Enterprises will offer internships to college students this summer.”and you have got an invitation of chef guest in college sir.
Kabir smirked. “Perfect timing. Let them worship the company. More eyes on the business means less suspicion on the real game.”
Arjun didn’t answer immediately. His gaze lingered on the skyline. He thought of betrayal, of the rival he had executed just nights ago, and of the countless men who whispered his name in fear. The world knew him as a tycoon. But in the shadows, his empire was built on smuggling, extortion, and blood.
“Approve the internships,” and schedule my plan for tommorow college function he said finally, flicking the ash into a crystal tray. “Let the children dream about working here. Dreams make people blind.”
The manager nodded quickly and left, relief flooding his face.
Raghu tilted his head. “You’re really going to let college kids into the building?”
“Why not?” Arjun’s voice was cool, sharp. “They’ll never see what lies beneath. They’ll only see the shine. And by the time they realize the truth—if they ever do—it will be too late.”
Silence settled over the room, broken only by the hum of the city below. Arjun rose, walking toward the wide glass window. From this height, people looked like ants. Small, insignificant. Easy to crush.
But what Arjun didn’t know—what fate was already weaving,,
The college auditorium buzzed with energy. Banners with bold letters hung across the stage:
“chef Guest: Arjun Malik – Billionaire Entrepreneur & Visionary Leader.”
For days, the entire campus had been whispering about it. The elusive owner of Malik Enterprises—one of the youngest billionaires in the country—was coming to their college.
Tara sat in the second row with Ananya, both barely able to contain their excitement. Ananya fanned herself with her notebook. “I can’t believe this! Arjun Malik in our college. Tara, this is destiny. He might even notice me.”
Tara giggled. “Calm down! He’s a billionaire, not your next-door neighbor.”
“Exactly,” Ananya whispered dramatically. “That’s why I need him to notice me.”
The professor stepped up to the microphone, giving a long introduction, but no one paid much attention.
At the entrance of the gate enters rows of cars one by one . His bodyguard steps out to open the door for the great business tycoon and Mafia leader Arjun Malik. As he was greeted by principal and Hod of department, with gentle smile he enters the auditorium,
All eyes turned when Arjun finally entered.
He looked every bit the part—tailored charcoal suit, silver cufflinks, an aura of power that silenced the crowd instantly. He wasn’t loud, he didn’t need to be. His presence alone was commanding. Behind him, his secretary Vaibhav and his bodyguard lingered like shadows, their eyes scanning the hall for threats.
Tara straightened unconsciously. There was something about him that made the air heavy. He wasn’t smiling like the photographs in business magazines—he didn’t need to. His cold gaze swept across the audience, pausing on girls who were looking at him with their cheap smile.
Tara’s breath caught, though she couldn’t explain why after watching Arjun.
Arjun took the stage, his voice deep and steady as he began his lecture. “Success,” he said, “is never given. It is taken.”
The students leaned forward, hanging on his every word as he spoke about his journey—nights of hard work, risks, sacrifices. He painted a story of a young man who had fought the odds and built an empire from nothing. His words were smooth, practiced, almost poetic.
What the students didn’t know was how much of that story was drenched in lies and blood.
But they believed. They admired.
Ananya scribbled furiously in her notebook. “Tara, listen to him! He’s incredible. Imagine working in his company.”
Tara nodded slowly, still unable to shake the strange chill that ran down her spine whenever his eyes swept the room. There was something dangerous beneath his calm, something her innocence couldn’t yet define.
When the lecture ended, the hall erupted in applause. Students rushed forward for handshakes and selfies, but the bodyguards blocked them. Still, for those few minutes, Arjun Malik had become larger than life—a living legend in their midst.
Tara left the auditorium with her heart racing. She told herself it was admiration. Inspiration. But deep down, a part of her wondered why his presence felt less like sunlight… and more like a storm approaching.
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