AUTHOR'S POV:-

Damien Volkov sat at his massive, mahogany desk, the low light of the study casting long shadows across the room. His fingers tapped rhythmically against the smooth surface as his sharp eyes scanned the files laid out before him. Every paper, every number, every possible outcome was etched into his mind as he weighed the significance of the decision before him.

The soft glow of the fireplace flickered in the background, offering a momentary respite from the tension in the room. Yet, Damien felt none of the warmth. His thoughts were consumed by one thing, and one thing only—business. Power. And the deal that could change everything.

Damien was a man accustomed to getting what he wanted. As the ruthless leader of the Volkov Mafia and a businessman of considerable influence, his name alone commanded respect. Billionaire, feared mafia king, owner of vast international enterprises—Damien had built an empire from the ground up. His wealth was untouchable, his reputation unchallenged. Yet, in this moment, he was not satisfied.

Today, he wasn't just thinking about consolidating his power or maintaining the status quo. Today, it was about expansion—about capturing something that could propel him to a new echelon of influence. He wasn't just a powerful man; he was a force of nature. But even the strongest of men knew when to strike at the right time.

The deal he was after wasn't just any deal. It was crucial, and it had everything to do with the Arora family—one of India's most powerful and enigmatic business dynasties. The Arora empire had come to Damien's attention recently, and there was one thing that intrigued him most: the woman at the helm, Aarohi Arora. Or rather, the woman no one had ever truly seen—her identity concealed in secrecy.

Damien leaned back in his chair, his icy gaze piercing through the papers. He wasn't just interested in the Arora family's business. No, he needed them. He needed their resources, their influence, and most importantly, their connections. And he needed it now.

Aarohi Arora, was rumored to be a genius, a woman whose intellect and business acumen were unmatched. Damien didn't believe in rumors, but he did believe in power. And if Aarohi was as powerful as the whispers suggested, then she would be a force to reckon with, and he needed to control that force.

His younger brother, Denis, had warned him against pursuing this deal. "Brother, it's too risky. You don't know what you're dealing with." Denis was right in his own way, but Damien didn't care. Risk was part of the game. It always had been.

Damien's phone buzzed on the desk, pulling him from his thoughts. He glanced at the screen—it was an email from his contact, Alex.

Subject: Arora Industries — Deal Update

He opened it immediately, his eyes narrowing as he read the contents. It was a detailed report on the Arora business—what Damien had already learned, plus new insights that could give him the leverage he needed. But there was one detail that stood out—Aarohi Arora was more than just a businesswoman; she was the key to unlocking the entire Arora empire.

Damien clicked his pen, his mind working faster than ever. The deal he was after was no small matter. To control the Arora business would not only strengthen his own empire but also put him in direct competition with some of the world's most powerful players. But Damien had always played at the highest stakes, and this was no different.

His empire spanned the globe—Russian arms, oil, technology, and underground operations in every major city. He was known in the darkest corners of the world, and yet, he still wasn't satisfied. He could crush any opposition with a single phone call, and when he entered a room, it was with the weight of power and fear. But the Aroras were different.

The Arora family was a mystery, and mysteries intrigued Damien. He wasn't used to people being unpredictable, but Aarohi's empire—shrouded in secrecy—promised the kind of challenge he rarely encountered. And Damien thrived on challenges.

He stood up from his desk, pacing slowly across the room. His thoughts were already on the next move. He needed to make contact, but not in the typical way. Direct meetings and flashy deals weren't his style. Damien preferred to operate from the shadows, maneuvering behind the scenes, and getting what he wanted without ever being seen.

Damien was used to getting his hands dirty when it was required. His reputation as a mafia king was as brutal as it was respected, but no one saw the businessman side of him—the mind that could make billion-dollar deals in the blink of an eye. And that was the side of him that would win the Arora deal. The power, the blood, the violence—it would all be secondary to the one thing that mattered most: control.

He turned back to his desk and typed a quick message to Alex: Set up a meeting. Make it happen. We need this deal.

The message was simple, but it held the weight of a thousand decisions. Damien wasn't just playing for money anymore. He was playing for dominance. And this deal was going to be a vital piece in his rise to even greater power.

As he hit send, he knew that everything was already in motion. The Aroras wouldn't see him coming. They wouldn't even know he was involved until it was too late. He would play his cards with precision—no one was better at this game than Damien Volkov.

With a final glance at the view outside his window—the snow-covered streets of Moscow stretching out into the night—Damien's resolve hardened. This was the beginning. The deal was in motion. And he wasn't going to stop until it was done.

Damien's thoughts swirled around the Arora deal, but for a moment, he allowed his mind to drift, the quiet hum of his study offering a rare lull in the storm of his business empire. He could hear the rhythmic tapping of the clock on the wall. Tick. Tick. Tick. It was the only sound in the room, but it felt like a countdown. A countdown to a future that would unfold in ways he had yet to predict.

But nothing in this world, no matter how much control Damien exerted, was predictable. The Arora family was a well-guarded fortress—its queen hidden in the shadows, her identity as elusive as the wind. That was the part of the puzzle that gnawed at him, the part he couldn't ignore. What did she look like? What kind of person was she? Was she truly the genius the rumors suggested? Or was she just another obstacle in his path?

The thought of her made his pulse quicken, despite the stone-cold demeanor he had perfected over the years. Damien Volkov never allowed emotions to control him, but the unknown always intrigued him. Aarohi Arora was a phantom—a businesswoman shrouded in mystery, with a reputation that stretched across continents. But no one knew her face, her voice, or the secrets that lay behind the enigmatic name. And that, to Damien, was an opportunity.

He hadn't gotten to where he was by waiting for the world to hand him anything. He took what he wanted. Always. And this deal would be no different.

His phone buzzed again, but this time, it was a call. He recognized the number immediately. Denis.

"Damien, you there?" his younger brother's voice crackled through the speaker.

"Always," Damien replied, his tone cold yet controlled, as it always was when speaking to Denis. Despite being younger, Denis was the only one who dared to question his decisions—and Damien respected that. Denis had his own way of doing business, though it wasn't nearly as ruthless as Damien's.

"I heard some new developments on the Arora front," Denis continued, the casual tone of his voice not matching the gravity of the subject. "There's more going on than just business deals. They're involved in some shady stuff, Damien. I don't think we should—"

"Shady?" Damien interrupted, his voice low but with a dangerous edge. "Define shady, Denis."

"Well, rumors have it that the Aroras have more power than they let on. Connections in high places, corruption, illegal dealings—whatever you want to call it, I think they've got skeletons in the closet. It's a risk, Damien."

"Risk is part of the game," Damien shot back, the edge of impatience rising in his voice. "If you let fear of a 'shady' deal hold you back, then you're not thinking like a businessman. I'm going to make this deal, and we're going to take control of it."

Denis sighed. "I'm not saying don't go for it. But, be careful. These Aroras—they're more dangerous than you think. We've made enemies who can get to us. I don't need to remind you of that."

Damien leaned back in his chair, feeling the weight of his brother's warning but dismissing it as easily as he would a fly buzzing around his face. Denis had always been the cautious one, a man of practicality over ambition. But Damien was a visionary. And sometimes, vision required taking risks that others didn't dare take.

"I'll take it from here, Denis. I'll handle everything. We'll talk later," he said, ending the call before Denis could respond.

The room felt colder, the shadows seeming to stretch longer as his gaze lingered on the papers before him. Damien didn't need his brother's concern to cloud his judgment. He had made his decision. Now, he would make sure it went through.

But his focus was broken once more as the door to his study creaked open.

A tall figure stepped inside, casting a shadow over the room. Sofia Volkov, his mother.

Damien's steely expression softened ever so slightly at the sight of her, though he didn't allow himself to show any more emotion than necessary. His mother had always been a grounding force in his life. While his father was the pillar of strength, it was Sofia who had taught him the importance of family loyalty, the art of diplomacy, and the unspoken strength that came with a woman's grace.

"Damien," she said softly, her voice carrying a gentle authority that only a mother could wield. "Still up? It's nearly midnight. You should get some rest."

Damien didn't look at her but continued flipping through the files in front of him, trying to focus on the task at hand. "I don't need rest."

"Of course, you don't," she replied, a hint of amusement in her voice. "But even you need to sleep eventually."

Damien glanced up at her, meeting her warm eyes for the briefest of moments. He didn't let anyone get close to him, didn't let anyone see the cracks in his carefully constructed façade. But Sofia knew. She always knew.

"You know what this deal means to me," he said quietly, his voice betraying the faintest hint of frustration. "It's everything. It could change everything."

Sofia walked over to his desk and placed a hand on the back of his chair, her presence calming in a way Damien hadn't realized he needed. "I know," she said, her voice softer now. "But don't let the pursuit of power blind you to the bigger picture. I've seen it happen before, Damien. Even with the Volkov name, we don't control everything."

Damien stared at her for a long moment, trying to decipher the message behind her words. She was right, in a way. There were forces beyond even his reach—forces that no amount of money or power could control. But that didn't stop him. It never had.

"I'll make this work, Mother. Trust me," he finally said, his voice firm again.

Sofia's eyes studied him for a long time before she nodded, seemingly satisfied with his answer. "I trust you. Just don't lose yourself in the process."

With that, she turned and left the room, leaving Damien alone once again with his thoughts. The fire crackled softly in the background, the only sound in the room as he sat still, contemplating the path ahead.

His mind drifted back to the Arora family. The rumors about Aarohi—mysterious, untouchable, intelligent beyond belief—kept playing in his mind. He couldn't afford to let her slip through his fingers. And soon, she wouldn't be able to resist him. That much, he was sure of.

Damien grabbed his phone again and typed another message to Alex: Ensure that this deal is in motion. I want them to know we are serious. Make contact with her—indirectly, of course. I need to see her, not just in business. I need to know who I'm dealing with.

He hit send and leaned back in his chair, eyes fixed on the window, where the snow continued to fall gently against the glass. It was a reminder of how much control he had—over everything. But the Arora deal... that was the one thing he hadn't conquered yet.

And it would be his.

Nothing would stand in his way.

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