The night air was cold as a convoy of black cars sped through the highway.
Inside the first car sat Aryan Malhotra, his expression calm but deadly.
Beside him, Anaya Sen held her phone tightly.
Her hands were shaking.
"My mother… she must be terrified," she whispered.
Aryan glanced at her briefly.
"Viktor wants something," he said.
"He won't kill her yet."
Anaya looked at him.
"How can you be so sure?"
Aryan's voice was cold.
"Because if he wanted her dead… he would have done it already."
That truth did not make Anaya feel better.
The car suddenly stopped near an abandoned warehouse outside the city.
Aryan's men surrounded the area immediately.
One guard spoke through the radio.
"Boss, Viktor's men are inside."
Aryan stepped out of the car.
The wind blew through his dark coat.
"Stay here," he told Anaya.
She shook her head.
"No."
Aryan frowned slightly.
"This is not a place for you."
"My mother is inside," she replied firmly.
Aryan stared at her for a moment.
Then he sighed quietly.
"You're stubborn."
"Very."
Aryan finally nodded.
"But stay behind me."
Inside the warehouse…
The lights were dim.
Several armed men were standing around.
And in the center of the room—
A woman tied to a chair.
Anaya gasped softly.
"Mom…"
Standing beside her with a cruel smile was Viktor Volkov.
He clapped slowly as Aryan entered.
"Welcome, King Cobra."
Aryan's voice was calm.
"Let her go."
Viktor laughed.
"So direct."
Anaya's mother looked weak but alive.
Viktor stepped closer to Aryan.
"You know why I brought you here."
Aryan didn't respond.
Viktor continued.
"Your wife holds the key to a fortune worth billions."
Then he looked at Anaya.
"Tell him where your father hid the data."
Anaya shook her head immediately.
"I don't know anything!"
Viktor's smile disappeared.
He pulled out a gun and pointed it at her mother.
"Then maybe she remembers."
Anaya felt panic rising inside her.
"Stop!"
Aryan's voice suddenly cut through the tension.
"Enough."
The entire room went silent.
Aryan slowly stepped forward.
"You wanted me here."
"I'm here."
Then his eyes turned dangerously cold.
"But now you've made a mistake."
Viktor smirked.
"And what mistake is that?"
Aryan's voice became deadly quiet.
"You threatened my family."
For a moment no one moved.
Then suddenly—
Aryan gave a small signal with his hand.
The warehouse doors burst open.
Dozens of his armed men stormed inside.
A full mafia battle began.
Gunshots echoed everywhere.
Chaos filled the warehouse.
Aryan moved through the fight like a storm.
Within seconds he reached Viktor.
Their eyes locked.
This was no longer just business.
This was war.