Ehtisham Malik

"I'm begging you, please let me go. I won't tell anyone about anything happening here," the man pleaded desperately.

"And why do you think I'd let you go when I already have you here to torture—so you learn how to behave with the king?" he replied, his voice laced with controlled anger.

"Uhh... Please, KING, I'm sorry! I didn't know about the rules!" the man cried out, groaning in pain.

"You knew. You damn well knew, bastard," he hissed, stepping closer. "You knew how much I hate betrayal. And yet, you still had the audacity to make amends with the Ahmeds?"

The man was tied up with shackles, trembling, and weak from the electric shocks that had already torn through his body. At this rate, he wouldn’t survive long—but the man standing before him showed no mercy. His face was emotionless, cold.

He was none other than EHTISHAM MALIK—King of the mafia world. A ruler by choice, not chance. He couldn’t tolerate anyone meddling in his decisions, whether it concerned his business empire or the dark underworld he commanded. He enjoyed watching people beg for mercy... but he loved watching them cry.

Ehtisham wasn’t just the most powerful businessman in Asia; he was a legend. And now, he aimed to intertwine his business kingdom with the mafia, so he'd wield power no one could challenge. He had no known weaknesses, and that was exactly how he liked it. Untouchable.

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His sleep was disturbed by continuous banging on the door.

"Arham... I'll kill you with my bare hands if you're here with some nonsense," he growled as he opened the door.

Standing outside unfazed, was Arham—his right-hand man, and his best friend.

"I know you love your beauty sleep, but we’ve got an emergency. One that needs your presence," Arham said calmly.

Ehtisham sighed, nodded, and after changing into a fresh set of formal clothes, headed to his warehouse—the heart of his mafia operations.

"Good morning, boss," his men greeted, bowing respectfully as he entered.

He didn’t even spare them a glance.

"What happened?" he asked, settling into his throne-like chair, eyes fixed on Arham.

"The Ahmeds have intercepted another one of our consignments. It was supposed to reach our base camp yesterday," Arham reported.

"Do they have a death wish?" Ehtisham asked coldly. "Who was responsible for this consignment?"

"I knew you'd ask that. He's already waiting for you... in Hell," Arham replied with a smirk.

Ehtisham rolled his eyes but couldn't hide the smugness on his face.

"Then what are we waiting for? I’ve got other things to do."

"As far as I know, you were going back to sleep. Doesn't sound that important," Arham teased, earning a deadly glare that instantly shut him up.

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"Woah! Look who's here," Arham chuckled as they entered the room. Zain was tied to a chair, fear written all over his bruised face.

"Are you going to speak, or should I make you speak? You remember the process, right?" Ehtisham said, suddenly all serious.

"I'm sorry, boss... Please, just give me one chance," Zain cried, pleading for mercy.

"Then give me a reason."

"I never intended to betray you, boss. But the Ahmeds... they had my wife. I was helpless," he sobbed.

"You should have come to me. I would’ve saved your wife. But you chose betrayal, and now you'll face the consequences."

Ehtisham turned to Arham. "Do you think he’s telling the truth?"

"Not a chance, buddy. Wait—let me show him something." Arham stepped forward and displayed bank transaction details on the screen.

"Ahh, interesting," Ehtisham said, narrowing his eyes. "Care to explain the large sums deposited into your account over the last year? And for your information, your wife already told us how you really treated her. So cut the crap and tell me the real reason."

"I... I just wanted money. They were paying me and it was helping me with my addictions," Zain stammered, terror evident in his voice.

"So all of this... was for money? Great. Someone bring me the coins," Ehtisham ordered, slipping on his black gloves.

One of his men brought in the heated coins, bowing low without daring to make eye contact with the mafia king.

"You wanted money, huh? Let’s see how it feels to become money. A walking, burning coin house. If you can walk after this," Ehtisham said with a twisted smirk.

"I'm sorry..." Zain whispered weakly.

"Sorry doesn't work here. You should’ve thought of that before betraying me."

Ehtisham pressed the scorching coins onto Zain’s skin, one after the other. Zain screamed, writhing in pain, but couldn’t move—two of Ehtisham’s men were holding him down.

"Ah... ahhh...!" His screams echoed in the warehouse.

"Wah! Arham, look at my art," Ehtisham said proudly, admiring the raw, burnt marks covering Zain’s body.

And that's it guys for introduction part. Next part will be chappy 1 so be ready for a love story with danger swirling everywhere. Btw don't forget to show some love by commenting and voting or sharing.