The Heavenly Lake was one of the most extravagant pubs in Bangalore where most of the affluent class people looked towards for relaxation and refreshment. They were many reasons for one to be a frequent visitor at this place.

This place was where you could find the top class relations and networks so that you have a chance to climb the social ladder. You could get all the top brands of alcoholic drinks in this place. Also, the police never held any power in this place and so all sorts of shady businesses could also be conducted in this place. Drugs, firearms, call-girls you name it, it was possible to acquire them here if you knew the right kind of people.

There was an isolated portion in this place which was reserved for an exceptional group of people who held both power and money in their hands.

A guy who was bandaged around his face near his nose and his right hand was dragged into this isolated room and was thrown forcefully on the carpet as he whimpered in pain. It seems like he was in a lot of pain as his whole body trembled and sweat rolled down his forehead even when the room was well air-conditioned.

This room represented the epitome of luxury which part you looked at. No noise from the dancing floor could be heard even when the room looked like it was very near as some people in luxurious clothing were looking through the one-way mirror and commenting on some girls who were dancing like there was no tomorrow.

When the injured guy looked at the person in the middle who was drinking a beer elegantly with a calm smile on his face as he conversed with others, his blood cooled as he understood that he was done for. Although he knew that this youth was his 'real' boss, the boss of his boss, he had never met him. His boss had more than once told him that he should pray that he never gets to see him as that day would be his last.

The youth had a thin, sharp face with lively eyes, a straight nose and a fair complexion. He looked like he was worlds apart from his companions as he conversed with them in a genial way. He wore a plain white slim-fit cotton-pique shirt and navy trim cotton-blend track pants. Although the clothes looked simple, one would be mistaken if they thought that these clothes were cheap. Long straight bangs of dark hair covered his forehead.

If anyone who did not know about this youth saw him, they would unquestionably have a good impression as him looking at his grand figure which inspired positive feelings in onlookers. But currently, the injured person was praying to all gods he could remember so that he could go back to his room. He turned and looked that his boss who always had a domineering aura around him was actually standing at the back of this youth with his back bent as if he was waiting eagerly for the youth's instructions. He did not even glance at this injured person which caused his heart to sink even lower.

Another middle-aged man was conversing with this youth as he laughed flatteringly as he sipped some wine. The youth, on the other hand, did not possess the same enthusiasm as he only nodded occasionally.

The injured person felt that he had seen this middle-aged person before but couldn't remember accurately.

"Hey Reyansh, wanna go to my place tonight, I got some important files at my place waiting for your autograph," the person who came was also a youth similar in age to his boss's boss but he had a greedy aura around his pale face. One look at him was enough to know that this person meant nothing good.

The injured guy knew the person mentioned by this youth was the person who would pass judgement on him tonight. Reyansh was his name.

Reyansh shifted his gaze from the middle-aged guy to the newcomer as he smiled and said in a mild voice," Nah Madan, I don't have the mood tonight, come sit, I was just talking to Uncle Varma about some national issues,"

Madan put on a disappointed face as he looked towards the middle-aged guy as he asked curiously," Oh, I didn't think that the Superintendent of police would come to you, what are you guys talking about?"

the middle-aged guy replied with a polite smile," We were talking about the contract for building the second international airport in Mumbai."

"Oh, the 3 billion USD project? Who got it?" Madan also asked with mild inquisitiveness

"The Ahuja group," Reyansh answered as he showed awe for the first time.

"The Ahuja group? I thought it was done for as the only legitimate heir had died already, how could they accomplish it?" Madan asked as he ate some dessert casually.

"The old man has come out of retirement to take over the company once again," Uncle Varma added with veneration. Reyansh also nodded while twirling the straw in his beer as his eyes finally turned towards the injured guy lying on the floor.

"Sir, can I get you something," just at this moment a waitress dressed in maid outfit with short black shirts and mini pouch apron walked in and asked. Her figure was exquisite and voluptuous, her face was beautiful with some faint blush as she bowed thus exposing a deep snow white cleavage while her rose-red lips pursed a little. A greedy light passed through Madan's eyes as his lips curved up. Even the eyes of Uncle Varma lit up when he saw her. Only Reyansh shook his head with a smile as he said," can you please see that no one disturbs us for five minutes."

"Sure sir," the waitress bowed again as disappointment flashed through her eyes as she left the room. Reyansh.

"Uncle Varma, why don't you take your leave as well?" Reyansh added though he referred to him as an uncle, no ounce of respect towards the elderly could be felt in his words. But the middle-aged man did not show a hint of disappointment as he nodded enthusiastically and stood up," But the NH 25 (Freeway) contract?"

"I will talk about it with my uncle,"

"Thanks very much, young master, I will convey your words to the other party." the man bowed eagerly and left happily.

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"From when did this middle-aged police official start doing the work of a broker," Madan asked curiously.

Reyansh shrugged as if he didn't care and turned his gaze at the kneeling guy who was ignored by everyone including the waitress as if he was air. "You are called hook-nose, right?"

The hook-nosed guy actually hated when someone addressed him as such but now he did not have an ounce of anger in his heart as he nodded vigorously.

"Yes, young master it is my good fortune to be present here."

Reyansh did not respond to this flattery as he cut straight to the point, "Explain what happened."

the hook-nose nodded and explained how they forcefully carried away Hamsa, the obstruction of dark oil, the small accident and the fight, he did not even leave a tiny detail as he spilt everything.

Reyansh listened with interest as Madan had his eyes only on the waitress who had left just now, he could see her through the window. Her plump butt, large bosom got his hormones raging as he decided to take her tonight at any cost.

"Used motor oil, hammer and wrench, I remember that Hamsa waited before a garage, right?" Reyansh asked as he stirred the beer in his hand as he asked serenely.

"Yes sir," hook-nose nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

"Oh, what are the injuries sustained?"

"Sir, my thumb had 4 fractures along with my nose fracture, two persons had skull fractures, one person had a jaw dislocation with ruptured muscles, one person had five fractures in his left ankle. The people with skull fractures are still unconscious" hook-nose described as he had already prepared. He knew that the more accurately he explained, the more there was a chance that he would survive the night.

Reyansh eyes sparkled with mild interest when he heard a single person handling five goons at once.

"Did you see the person clearly?"

"No young master, it was dark as we had hit the street light pole causing it to short circuit, we didn't even get a glimpse of his face otherwise I would have presented you that bastard's head tonight along with her," hook-nose shook his head regretfully.

Reyansh smiled as said waving his right hand," tonight was not your mistake, I will let this go today, go and get yourself treated."

Hook-nose fell flat on the ground as he bowed deeply to Reyansh as he said," Thanks to the young master, I know that your heart is as broad as the ocean, this villain has disappointed you today, there won't be a next time."

"Haha, remember your words," Reyansh spoke with slight amusement as he waved his hand again and said," Now, go."

When the hook-nosed guy left, Madan looked at Reyansh with awe in his eyes as he said, "Elder brother, did you find your next target?"

Reyansh did not reply but gave a slight nod with a gentle smile. Madan felt a chill in his heart when she saw that smile on Reyansh's face as only he knew what that meant. He remembered that there was an elite engineering student called Priya before who was coveted by many rich young masters of Bangalore as she possessed beauty, brains, background and culture. No one could get her to befriend let alone love which increased her attractiveness further.

But it only took two months for Reyansh to get her to fall him like a dog. She had been degraded to the same position as a call-girl in front of him. She would do what he asked her without any further thought which surprised all the other rich kids very much. But only Madan knew what kind of things Priya was forced to experience by Reyansh that had totally destroyed her self-esteem, dignity and integrity. She became a drug addict, gold-digger, sex fiend that even Madan got to play with her after Reyansh kicked her away. He heard that she had committed suicide last week, a pity.

He knew that this elder brother of his had a nasty habit of playing with a girl's heart. Whenever he came across a special woman who avoided him or ignored his advances, she would become his game just like Hamsa now. He would not forcefully rape her as he felt that it was beneath him but he would create circumstances around that girl in such a way that the target girl would willingly strip her clothes and beg him to do her. He derived some form of perverted pleasure. This was only known to very few of his friends in which Madan was one. That was why though he seemed to be very friendly towards Reyansh, he always felt like he was sitting next to a venomous snake not knowing when it would bite him.

When Madan was pitying this new target of Reyansh, the maid who he had set his eyes on came in as she bowed showcasing her knockers as she asked if they needed something. When Madan was checking this woman's hot body so much so that he had a hard-on, he heard a few words that immediately cooled his blood and sobered him in an instant. The idea of doing this woman tonight was crushed in his heart immediately.

"Madan, Flaming Tiger, leave me," Reyansh said with a little smile as he looked at the maid's rosy lips.

Flaming tiger and Madan immediately rushed out with no cross-questions.

"Come here," Reyansh spoke in a low voice but it was heard clearly by her.

The woman blushed as she took small steps and came near as her heart started beating faster. She always had her eye on his handsome man since she joined her job, she always felt that he was her prince just looking at his charming face caused her to have many sleepless nights. She sat on this Massoud Lara leather chesterfield sofa beside him while pouring more of this Carlsberg beer into his glass while having a smile on her face.

Reyansh looked at her and said," Sit here," while pointing at his lap. She blushed and sat on his thighs while wrapping her hands around his neck. The perfume smell on him drove her mad as she started kissing his neck and licking his ear lobe. A big powerful hand started pressing her bosom causing them to distort which caused her to moan. When she thought she was going to experience heaven, she uttered a cry of pain as her clothes were torn brutally by Reyansh leaving nothing on her while leaving some bruises on her as he did not control his strength at all.

He caught a handful of her hair as he forced her to kneel in front of him as he stood up and opened his pant zip. He looked at the frightened woman coldly as he said, "Suck it as if you depend on it to live, bitch."

The waitress was frightened but acquiesced as a hint of a cruel smile finally surfaced on Reyansh's face as he sneered, "Garage ha, you got lucky today Hamsa but you can't escape from me, consider yourself lucky today."

He picked the waitress up and threw her onto the sofa as he ordered," Bark like a dog, you bitch."

"What?" the waitress whimpered as tears rolled down her cheeks, her daydream has just become a nightmare.

Slap, "Didn't you hear me?"

Flaming tiger and Madan were waiting outside. Madan knew that he could forget having this woman today, he doubted whether she would remain safe after today as he could sense that Reyansh was angry today. She would be the perfect venting tool for him, except the venting of Reyansh can't be mentioned in the same place as other men.

"Flaming tiger, I heard that Taarini is hunting you like a tigress," Madan mocked the brute beside him as he smiled brightly.

"Snort, let her jump around for now, she better not push me into a corner as that would only hurt her more, if only I had done her when I caught her previously this would not have happened," Flaming tiger gritted his teeth as he squeezed these words through the gap of his teeth. He still remembered the stone which hit him when he had already run a great distance. He still felt lucky that the stone-pelter did not possess killing intent otherwise he was sure he would have been crippled if not dead.

"Taarini is very hot, right," Madan asked as he remembered seeing her in some of these high-end social gatherings.

Flaming tiger looked at Madam and didn't speak, if not for this person's background, Flaming tiger would even disdain from standing beside this idiot.