Episode 1 Sheep in a tiger's den

“This year’s Best Businessman Award goes to Mr. Arnav Singh Rathore, the rising star of India’s entrepreneur world!”

The anchor's voice echoed through the grand hall, lights flashing, cameras rolling.

A tall figure in a black suit emerged.

Light brown skin, sharp jawline, perfectly combed hair, and a presence that made the air heavier. His walk was unbothered, calculated. Eyes followed him like magnets—girls practically melted in their heels, guys stiffened with envy.

He walked up, received the award with a nod—no big speech, no forced smile. Just a quiet thank you and done. Photos? Clicked. Interviews? Denied. And then, with his security wall trailing him, he disappeared.

But not into the night.

The car cruised beneath the city—into the underground no one dared whisper about.

Where light feared to shine, the Black Viper Syndicate ruled. And their king?

Not Arnav Singh Rathore.

But Tiger.

Cheers erupted, not the polite claps of high society, but raw chants of madness.

“Tiger! Tiger! Tiger!”

He walked in—white shirt, half-buttoned, tattoos coiling down his chest like venom, his gaze colder than ice. Before him, a man lay bloodied, begging. Pathetic. Without a blink, Tiger raised his gun,

Bang.

No mercy. No regret. Just silence.

He wiped off the blood like it was dust, switched to black—his true color—and vanished into the night, his black Thar roaring to life.

12:00 AM

A girl ran barefoot, her white wedding dress torn and dirtied.

Isha.

Eighteen. Innocent. Lost. Fair skin glowing under the moonlight, hazel eyes wide with terror, wavy hair clinging to her face. She had fled her fate, her forced wedding, her so-called home… only to land in a city that didn't sleep—it hunted.

And tonight, it hunted her.

Street goons cornered her, their eyes greedy, cruel.

She ran. Breathless. Heart screaming.

And then—screech—a Thar slammed the brakes before her.

Lightning cracked.

Their eyes met.

Tiger’s grip on the wheel tightened.

A rose in a storm. A doll in a devil’s path.

But God… she was his kind of trouble.

She trembled, trying to speak.

Then the goons appeared. But they froze. Because even street dogs know—when the Tiger arrives, they don't bark…

They run.

And they did.

She collapsed into his arms, unconscious.

He caught her like she weighed nothing.

The underworld froze.

The cold-blooded king walked into his dark palace with a fragile girl in his arms.

No one dared speak. No one dared breathe.

Because if Tiger brings someone in…

She isn't just anyone.

He took her to the biggest room in that palace

placed her in the bed and call his family doctor. When the doctor said she is perfectly ok he finally started breathing. He took a chair and sat besides her and he couldn't take his eyes from her.

But now the question remains—

What will happen to the sheep that landed in the Tiger’s den?

Will she be crushed?

Or will she tame the beast?

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