In the fearsome but completely secure circle of Shaurya Singhania, Tara Mishra's breaths seemed to be racing. The brass bullet, which Tara was calculating to sell as scrap, had given such a jolt to Shaurya that the world's biggest mafia stood with his heart melted in front of his own assistant. Shaurya's heavy, powerful arm tightened around Tara's slender waist, and his masculine fragrance was pouring an unparalleled intoxication into the room. "Hmm!" A deep, low sound came from Shaurya's throat. He brought his face closer to Tara and said, "You have turned even death into profit, my queen. Kabir Raichand will burn to ashes in his own fire."

Tara's heart felt like it was going crazy. The speed of her heartbeat was uncontrollable. But just then, some strange noise came from the corridor outside. As if something unusual was happening in the entire office. "Ah!" A soft sound escaped Tara's mouth. She tried to free herself from Shaurya's arms. "Boss, something is wrong outside. I have to go and check according to my schedule."