The builders' association building was buzzing with activity, its corridors filled with murmurs and side glances as the towering figure of Asad Ahmed Khan stepped inside.
Dressed in a sharp black suit, his presence was magnetic-a storm cloaked in silence.
Conversations fell flat, eyes turning toward him with a mix of awe, fear, and jealousy.
Some admired him for his success, some envied his power, but most feared him-the Devil of the business world.
His dangerous reputation preceded him.
Deals crumbled, careers ended, and lives changed when Asad Ahmed Khan set his sights on something.
He walked through the hallway with unshakable confidence, his polished shoes echoing against the marble floor like a warning.
He didn't need words; his very presence spoke of his authority.
Men straightened their backs, and some looked away entirely, afraid of accidentally catching his piercing gaze.
He pushed the doors to the conference hall open, the room falling into hushed silence.
Like a king entering his court, Asad walked in with slow, deliberate strides, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on the people he despised the most-Khalid Ahmed Khan and his so-called son, Ayaan.
Khalid sat stiffly in his chair, his aging face trying to mask the bitterness in his eyes.
Next to him, Ayaan lounged in his seat, wearing a smug smile as if he already owned the room.
Ayaan's overconfidence was palpable, his smirk a silent challenge to Asad-"Back off. This deal is ours."
Asad scoffed, the corner of his lips curling into a smirk as if Ayaan's antics were nothing but a joke.
Without sparing another glance, Asad walked to a seat directly in front of Ayaan and sat down.
For a brief moment, Ayaan faltered, shifting in his chair as the full force of Asad's intimidating aura washed over him.
The air grew heavier, his once smug expression wavering.
Asad leaned back, his gaze steady and unreadable, as if he could see straight through Ayaan's pathetic bravado.
Ayaan swallowed hard before composing himself, pretending the moment never happened.
But Asad had already won the first round-without uttering a single word.
The bidding host began the meeting with formalities, his voice loud and cheerful, but the tension in the room was unmistakable.
The deal at hand was crucial-a multi-million-dollar project that could pull Khalid's crumbling business out of its downward spiral.
Khalid and Ayaan were desperate.
They couldn't afford to lose.
Ayaan, still brimming with overconfidence, stood up for the presentation. "Gentlemen and ladies, I present to you..." he began, his words slightly slurred.
Asad's sharp gaze narrowed, a subtle smirk tugging at his lips.
It didn't take much to see that Ayaan was drunk.
His voice wavered, his explanations dragged unnecessarily, and the audience exchanged confused glances.
For a moment, Khalid's face turned pale as he realized the disaster unfolding before him, but he quickly masked it with clenched fists.
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