8:47 PM – Penthouse Hall, City Highrise
Yaar, I still can't believe I'm here 😳
Officially, it's this "exclusive auction"—rich log, fancy suits, champagne, fake smiles. But honestly, it feels… dangerous. And my eyes? They're stuck on him.
He walks in—calm, confident, everything about him screams "control." Suit perfect, hair sharp, movements silent but so precise. OMG, jaise sab room ki energy uske around twist ho gayi ho. Even without looking, I feel his presence.
Har glance, har gesture… calculated. He's not just bidding, he's manipulating. Sab log soch rahe hain he's some normal businessman, par main jaanti hoon… kuch aur chal raha hai.
His cufflink catches the light… just a tiny emblem. Heart thoda skip hua. Kya ye… mafia? Kaise itna silent, itna powerful?
Bid start hota hai. He taps his watch. Ek rival thoda tense ho jaata hai. LOL, sab clueless. Main silently observe kar rahi hoon, impressed aur thoda scared. Itna calm, itna deadly… silent apex.
Auction khatam hota hai. Money stack ho raha hai, rivals clueless, security chill. Aur main… I just watch him leave, thinking, yeh banda sirf businessman nahi… kuch zyada hai.