Gunshots echoed outside the mansion. Aryan's heart raced—this was nothing like his quiet, poor life.
A bodyguard grabbed his arm.
"Stay behind me, Young Master. They won't hesitate to kill you."
Aryan swallowed his fear. For the first time, he felt powerless yet alive.
Through the window, shadows of armed men advanced. The mansion's security system activated: automated barriers rose, glass doors locked, and floodlights lit up the yard.
His father stepped forward, calm and composed.
"This is your reality now, Aryan. Tonight, you learn that power isn't given—it's taken."