The mansion lights suddenly went out.
Darkness covered everything.
Only the red emergency lights flashed across the halls.
Inside the control room, Aryan Malhotra calmly checked the security screens.
Twenty armed assassins were already inside the outer compound.
"They're fast," Aryan said quietly.
Behind him, Anaya Sen tried to stay calm, but fear was clearly visible on her face.
"Twenty people are trying to kill me," she whispered.
Aryan looked at her.
"Wrong."
She frowned.
"They're trying to kill us."
Before she could respond—
BANG!
A bullet shattered the glass window nearby.
Aryan instantly pulled Anaya down behind the table.
"Stay here," he ordered.
Another guard rushed inside.
"Boss! They've entered the main hall!"
Aryan's eyes turned cold.
"Lock down the building."
"Yes, Boss!"
The alarms grew louder.
Footsteps echoed through the mansion corridors.
The assassins were getting closer.
Aryan stood up slowly and loaded his gun.
Anaya grabbed his arm suddenly.
"You can't fight twenty people alone!"
Aryan looked down at her hand holding his arm.
Then he gave a faint smile.
"I've fought worse."
Another gunshot echoed from the hallway.
The attackers were inside.
Aryan turned toward the door.
Then he said something that surprised her.
"If anything happens…"
"Run to the panic room behind that wall."
Anaya shook her head immediately.
"I'm not leaving you."
Aryan raised an eyebrow.
"That sounds like concern."
She looked away.
"Don't misunderstand."
But Aryan already stepped toward the door.
The moment it opened—
Three assassins rushed forward.
BANG!
BANG!
Two of them fell instantly.
The third tried to attack—
But Aryan knocked him down with a brutal strike.
Within seconds the hallway became a battlefield.
More assassins appeared.
Gunshots echoed everywhere.
Anaya watched in shock.
Aryan moved with terrifying precision.
Fast.
Accurate.
Deadly.
He truly deserved the name King Cobra.
After a few intense minutes…
The last assassin collapsed on the floor.
Silence returned to the mansion.
Aryan stood in the hallway, breathing slowly.
Anaya ran toward him.
"You're injured!" she said.
A small cut was visible on his arm.
Aryan looked at it briefly.
"It's nothing."
But Anaya grabbed a cloth and pressed it against the wound.
"You say that like getting shot at is normal."
Aryan looked at her quietly.
"In my world… it is."
Their eyes met again.
This time something was different.
Not just tension.
Something warmer.
Something dangerous.
Because feelings were starting to grow…
In the middle of a mafia war.