Aryan's mansion was never quiet.
Security cameras watched every corner.
Men in black suits guarded every gate.
Inside, guards talked in low voices and checked their weapons.
Everyone respected Eagle.
No one dared to question him.
That morning, Aryan stood by the balcony, looking at the city below.
Karimnagar looked peaceful from the top… but he knew peace was only an illusion.
"Sir," his right-hand man, Rohan, walked in.
"All shipments reached safely. No threats."
Aryan nodded once.
"Good. Keep the accounts clean. I don't want mistakes."
Rohan bowed and left.
Aryan hated drama.
He liked order, discipline, and silence.
At the same time, in her college cafeteria, Nithya read her Business Management textbook.
She highlighted lines and solved case studies.
Her classmates chatted about movies and parties… but she didn't care.
Her mafia members sat quietly at nearby tables, pretending to be students.
Their eyes scanned the area.
No one approached Nithya without their permission.
To the college, she was just a strict topper.
To the underworld, she was Devil, the girl with a sharp brain and sharper decisions.
Two worlds moved forward.
Two mafias grew stronger.
Both their names traveled through the underground like whispers.
"Eagle is getting more dangerous…"
"Devil's strategies are unbeatable…"
But they had never met.
Not yet.
Destiny was waiting for the right moment.