The terrifying tension in Singhania Industries' vast, luxurious boardroom had now completely dissipated. The arms dealers had left with their group, and all that remained behind was Tara Mishra's astonishing confidence and a strangely quiet yet simmering atmosphere.

The city's most fearsome mafia king and corporate emperor, Shaurya Singhania, stood frozen in his place like a statue. His dark, deep eyes were fixed on the girl who, moments earlier, had stared death in the face while reciting penalty clauses, and was now calmly organizing her files with complete composure.