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A long, sleek black car rolled to a halt in front of Aryananda Orphanage, its polished surface gleaming under the afternoon sun.
More identical black vehicles followed closely behind, their mere presence signaling the arrival of someone important, someone powerful.
As the door of the leading car swung open, a tall, commanding figure emerged.
Dressed in a tailored black suit, he exuded an aura of dominance, danger, and undeniable authority. The air around him seemed to thicken, the atmosphere shifting as if the very world recognized his presence.
He removed his sunglasses with practiced ease, revealing sharp, piercing eyes that scanned the orphanage grounds.
For the briefest moment, his gaze softened as he watched the children laughing and running about, oblivious to the storm of power standing before them.
But just as quickly as the emotion flickered, it vanished, replaced by his signature blank, unreadable expression.
He was none other than Shivendra Rathore.
A small group had gathered to welcome him, their nervous energy almost tangible.
At the forefront stood Neeraj Bajaj, the orphanage's caretaker, a man who now found himself regretting every choice in life that led to this moment. His hands trembled slightly as he stepped forward, a forced smile plastered on his face, masking his anxiety.
With great effort, Neeraj extended a bouquet toward the towering man before him. "H-Hello, sir," he stuttered, his voice betraying his nerves.
Shivendra merely acknowledged him with a curt nod before gesturing for one of his men to take the bouquet.
His dark, unreadable eyes bore into Neeraj's, making the poor man's breath hitch in his throat.
"W-What brings you here, sir? Is there something wrong?" Neeraj asked hesitantly, swallowing hard.
A sharp glance from Shivendra was all it took to make Neeraj shudder.
"Do I need a reason to visit my own orphanage, Mr. Bajaj?" Shivendra's deep voice was smooth, yet laced with a subtle edge of warning.
Neeraj's face drained of color. "N-No, sir! Of course not! You can visit whenever you wish," he stammered nervously.
A ghost of a smirk played on Shivendra's lips.
He was well aware of the fear he instilled in people, and though he never misused his power, he couldn't deny the satisfaction it brought him.
Without another word, he strode past Neeraj, his presence commanding as he moved toward the orphanage entrance.
