"I don't tolerate interruptions in my work. Whether a party succeeds or fails—if they're slow, replace them… if they're weak, kill them. If there's a problem, deal with it. Even if it costs you your life… the work must not stop. Bali does not like disobedience… because the punishment for disobedience is only one thing—death. Just death!"
The moment those cold, merciless words echoed through the room, silence followed… but it wasn't peaceful—it was suffocating.
Everyone present stood frozen.
The mountain-built man had just crushed one of his own men by the throat—like snapping a twig. The lifeless body lay on the ground, eyes wide open, as if still begging for mercy that never came.
A wave of fear ran through the room.
Their eyes trembled as they looked at the corpse… and then at Bali.
In that moment, they understood something terrifying—Bali's hands carried the strength of fifty elephants. Just a single grip… and a man was gone.
No fight. No scream. Just… death.
One by one, they nodded in fear, their heads moving mechanically, as if their lives depended on that small gesture.
And maybe… they did.
Suddenly—
A voice came from the door.
"Bali… seems like the Don still has plenty of strength left in his hands."
The voice was calm.
Too calm.
Everyone turned toward the door.
A man stood there—dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit. He looked like a wealthy gentleman, around fifty years old. His posture was relaxed, his expression composed… but his eyes—
His eyes were locked on Bali.
And he was smiling.
A slow… knowing smile.
The moment Bali saw him, his expression changed instantly.
Shock.
Fear.
Submission.
Without wasting a second, Bali barked an order—
"Everyone, get out. Go back to your work."
No one dared question him.
Within seconds, the room emptied. As the last man stepped out, Bali quickly shut the door himself.
And then—
Without hesitation, the feared Don of the underworld dropped to his knees.
He fell at the man's feet.
"Your Majesty… Mahishasura! H-how… how are you here? Welcome… welcome to this poor man's place!"
The man in the black suit—Mahishasura—walked in as if he owned the world.
He calmly took a seat on the sofa.
With just a snap of his fingers—
A golden glass appeared in his hand.
A strange liquid shimmered inside it.
He took a slow sip… his eyes never leaving Bali.
Then, with a faint smile, he spoke—
"I hope… Mr. Bali remembers the favors this demon has done for him."
The words hit like a dagger.
Bali's face stiffened. A flicker of fear passed through his eyes.
He quickly leaned forward, pressing Mahishasura's feet, his voice trembling with urgency—
"My lord! You are my savior… my life-giver! How could I ever forget? Ten years ago… I was dying in the Forest… there was no hope left for me. That day—you saved me. You gave me these demonic powers… these weapons. I am buried under your kindness. Just tell me… what can I do for you, great Mahishasura?"
Mahishasura's smile widened.
Pride gleamed in his eyes.
"Bali… today I have come to give you an order."
The air grew heavier.
"According to the stars… a child of limitless power was born on Earth. That child… is now a young man."
He paused.
"A danger."
His voice dropped.
"A danger to all of us."
Bali looked up, his curiosity rising… but he didn't dare interrupt.
Mahishasura continued—
"The demon sages believe… this boy could become a threat to our existence. That is why… you must find him."
A beat.
"And kill him."
The words landed like thunder.
"If you complete this task," Mahishasura added, leaning back slightly, "I will grant you powers beyond imagination. You won't just be strong… you will become the most powerful human alive."
Greed flickered in Bali's eyes.
Mahishasura's voice sharpened—
"My information says… his name is Om. I want his head. At any cost."
Silence.
For a moment, Bali stood there, stunned.
But only for a moment.
The promise of power… of becoming unstoppable… drowned every question rising in his mind.
He remembered—
Ten years ago, this very demon had pulled him back from death… and turned him into what he was today.
If that was possible…
Then what more could he become?
Bali quickly bowed his head, his tone dripping with loyalty—
"My lord, do not worry. I will drag this boy Om from wherever he is hiding… and place him right at your feet. If there is any mark… any sign to recognize him—please tell me."
Mahishasura leaned back, thinking for a moment.
"That boy… is not ordinary. You will know when you see him."
A faint smirk appeared on his face.
"He won't stay hidden for long."
Then, coldly—
"Find him. The sooner… the better."
Bali nodded immediately.
"Yes, my lord. I will search for him with everything I have. You will hear good news soon."
Mahishasura gave a small nod.
And just like that—
He was gone.
The room felt lighter… but not safe.
Bali exhaled deeply, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
"In today's world… if demons like him decide to show their true form…" he muttered, "this world won't survive."
His expression hardened.
"I need to finish this job quickly… before I become the next target."
Without wasting time, he called in all his men and spread them across cities… villages… every corner—hunting for one name.
Om.
Meanwhile…
On the other side—
Singhania stood on the balcony of his luxurious bungalow, his phone glued to his ear.
Again.
And again.
He kept dialing Raj… then Sunny…
No answer.
His frustration was boiling over.
"Why the hell aren't they picking up?! Where did they vanish? Did the sky swallow them… or did the ground eat those useless idiots?!"
He paced back and forth, his grip tightening around the phone.
Then suddenly—
His screen lit up.
Unknown Number.
He paused for a second… confused.
Then picked up the call.
"Who is this?"
A deep, heavy voice replied—
"How are you, Mr. Singhania?"
Singhania frowned.
"Who are you? What do you want?"
The voice chuckled softly.
"Think of me as your well-wisher. I'm just… concerned about your health. I'd like your body to remain in one piece."
A pause.
Then the tone turned darker—
"You do know about karma, right? The faster you commit your sins… the faster your downfall begins."
Singhania's jaw clenched.
The voice continued—
"So get ready, my friend. Your actions have started asking for their dues."
A slight laugh.
"The band is ready… and I'm bringing the wedding procession myself."
That was it.
Singhania snapped.
"Who the hell are you?! Show yourself once—I'll make sure you leave on four shoulders!"
But—
The call disconnected.
Dead silence.
Only the sound of the wind remained.
And somewhere in that silence…
Danger had already begun.