Chapter 2: The King Who Smiled Too Easily
Rishab Singhania looked like trouble wrapped in charm.
He leaned back in his chair, suit perfectly tailored, smile lazy and effortless. His eyes, however, were sharp—always calculating, always aware.
Publicly, he was a charismatic CEO with a reputation for turning failing companies into gold. Privately, he was something else entirely.
The undisputed force of Mumbai’s underground world.
Mafia didn’t frighten Rishab.
Chaos didn’t intimidate him.
Control was his favorite game.
“So,” he said lightly, spinning a pen between his fingers, “you’re the woman everyone keeps warning me about.”
Samayra didn’t blink. “People who talk too much usually warn others.”
His grin widened. “Interesting.”
Their first meeting was meant to be purely business—a joint venture that would benefit them both. But from the moment their eyes met, the air shifted.
This wasn’t attraction that rushed or burned hot.
It was heavy. Measured. Dangerous.
Rishab tested her openly—teasing remarks, casual flirting, deliberate provocation.
Samayra responded with nothing but calm silence and precise words.
And that unsettled him.
For the first time in years, someone wasn’t reacting the way he expected.
Power recognized power.
