The next morning, Seoul was covered in soft rain.
Dark clouds moved slowly above the city while expensive cars filled the busy roads below. Inside the mansion, everything remained calm and organized as always.
Nithya walked downstairs wearing a simple white top and black jeans, her university bag resting on one shoulder.
Aryan was already standing near the entrance, speaking on the phone in Korean.
His voice was cold and sharp.
"No delays," he said. "Finish the deal today."
The people on the other side immediately agreed.
Aryan ended the call and looked at Nithya.
"You're ready."
"You say that like I'm going to war," she replied.
Aryan took his car keys from the table.
"In some ways, university is war."
Nithya almost smiled.
"Businessman advice?"
"Reality."
Outside, the black convoy waited again.
Nithya stopped near the car.
"Seriously? This many guards for college?"
Aryan opened the car door for her.
"Yes."
"You know normal husbands just say 'good luck' and leave, right?"
Aryan looked at her calmly.
"I'm not normal."
That answer was impossible to argue with.
When they arrived at the university, students immediately noticed them again.
Whispers spread across the campus.
"That's her husband?"
"He looks like a mafia boss…"
"He's too handsome though…"
"Terrifying and handsome."
Nithya ignored the comments and walked toward class.
Aryan watched her until she disappeared inside the building.
Only then did he leave.
From the second-floor corridor, Nithya noticed that.
Interesting.
He really stayed until he was sure she entered safely.
Inside the classroom, the professor started discussing international corporate strategies.
Nithya listened carefully and answered every question perfectly.
Her intelligence quickly caught everyone's attention.
After class, a Korean student named Ji-Hoon approached her.
"You're the transfer student from India, right?"
"Yes."
"I'm Ji-Hoon."
"Nithya."
He smiled politely.
"You're very good at business analysis."
"Thank you."
"I was wondering if you'd join our project group."
Before Nithya could answer, she noticed two familiar guards standing far outside the classroom glass wall.
Watching.
Of course.
She sighed internally.
Ji-Hoon followed her gaze.
"Are those security guards… for you?"
Nithya looked back calmly.
"Unfortunately."
Meanwhile, inside a skyscraper in central Seoul, Aryan attended a private business meeting.
The conference room was filled with powerful investors and company heads.
A large screen displayed market numbers and expansion plans.
Everyone listened carefully while Aryan spoke.
His voice was calm, confident, and absolute.
"We take control of the Singapore route this quarter," he said. "No mistakes."
Nobody disagreed.
Because Aryan never spoke unless he was already certain.
One older businessman finally smiled nervously.
"Mr. Aryan, people say you're too young to control this much power."
Aryan's expression didn't change.
"People say many things."
The room immediately fell silent again.
Even businessmen feared him.
Back at the university, Nithya sat alone in the library reading financial reports for her assignment.
But her mind wasn't fully focused.
She kept thinking about Aryan.
His behavior.
His control.
His security.
Everything around him felt larger than normal business.
Suddenly her phone vibrated.
Unknown Number.
She answered carefully.
"Hello?"
A distorted voice spoke slowly.
"You married a dangerous man."
Nithya's eyes sharpened immediately.
"Who is this?"
"Leave Korea before you become part of his war."
The call disconnected.
For a moment, silence filled the library.
Then Nithya calmly closed her book.
Instead of fear, curiosity filled her mind.
War.
Again that word.
Who exactly was Aryan?
That evening, Nithya returned to the mansion.
Aryan sat in the living room reviewing documents.
The moment he saw her expression, he noticed something was different.
"What happened?"
Nithya walked closer.
"I received a strange call."
Aryan's eyes turned colder instantly.
"What kind of call?"
"Someone warned me about you."
The atmosphere in the room changed immediately.
Dangerously.
Aryan stood up slowly.
"What exactly did they say?"
Nithya watched him carefully while answering.
"They told me to leave Korea before I become part of your war."
For the first time since she met him, Aryan looked genuinely angry.
Not loud.
Not emotional.
Just cold enough to terrify people.
He took out his phone immediately.
"Rohan," he said sharply. "Trace every unknown number connected to Nithya today."
"Yes, sir."
"And double the security."
Nithya crossed her arms.
"That's your reaction?"
Aryan looked directly into her eyes.
"You are under my protection now."
His voice carried absolute authority.
No hesitation.
No fear.
Nithya studied him carefully.
"You really do have enemies."
Aryan stayed silent for a second.
Then he answered quietly,
"More than you can imagine."
Their eyes locked again.
Nithya felt it clearly now.
Aryan's world was not simply dangerous.
It was deadly.
And somehow…
Devil found herself wanting to know more instead of running away.
Late that night, Aryan stood alone in his office.
The city lights reflected behind him while Rohan spoke through the phone.
"We traced the call, sir. It came from a burner network used by underground groups."
Aryan's expression darkened.
"Which group?"
Silence.
Then Rohan answered carefully.
"One connected to the eastern mafia alliance."
Aryan's eyes became colder.
Someone was getting too close to his wife.
And Eagle never tolerated threats near what belonged to him.