Rajan: Mr. Aryan, I'll try my best to answer you properly.
Aryan: If you had ownership of Siara, what changes would you bring to the group?
Rajan: First, I would halt two of the five upcoming projects. Then I'd invest the funds from those two into the remaining three projects and use the leftover funds for employee development. That will help us in the short term, and this first step will lead to great revenue and goodwill, which we can then use in future ventures.
Aryan: I understand. You're truly passionate about your work.
Aryan: Therefore, I'm giving you all the powers and authority I hold in the Siara Group. In short, you're now the boss of Siara, and all employees are accountable only to you—no one else.
Rajan is shocked and says:
Rajan: What? After spending millions, why are you handing over Siara to me?
Aryan: There's a simple reason. As you can see, I don't have a degree, so I need one. And I also have some personal matters to handle.
Rajan: I understand that, but how will I manage all of it?
Aryan: Don't worry. Just keep in mind—I'm still here. Also, I want a change in ownership in the Silchar branch.
Rajan: What kind of change, Mr. Aryan?
Aryan: Transfer 50% equity to my name. The rest remains with Siara.
Rajan: But the entire group belongs to you.
Aryan: Actually, my family thinks I came here to buy the Kachar Club, Silchar. But I did what you already know.
Rajan: I understand the situation. So I must keep your ownership hidden.
Aryan: Yes.
They discussed for a while longer. Then Aryan left the restaurant, went to his room, picked up his luggage, and headed to the airport. Around midnight, Aryan took a flight from Ahmedabad to Mumbai.
At midnight, he arrived at Mumbai Airport. After exiting, he took a taxi. The driver asked:
Taxi Driver: Sir, where would you like to go?
Aryan: Take me to a hotel.
Taxi Driver: Which hotel, sir?
Aryan: Nearest one.
Taxi Driver: Alright, sir.
The driver began driving. After some time, the taxi stopped at a 3-star hotel. Aryan stepped out and said:
Aryan: Wait a few minutes. I want to go somewhere else.
Taxi Driver: Okay, sir.
(The taxi driver was quite impressed by Aryan's demeanor and aura.)
Aryan entered the hotel, checked in, and then came back out and got in the taxi again. This time, the driver was friendlier and began chatting.
Taxi Driver: Where to now, sir?
Aryan: Take me to the Indian Martial Arts Academy.
The driver began driving. After a while, he received a phone call. He answered and turned on the speaker. A cheerful child's voice said:
Child: Dad!
(The caller was the taxi driver's beloved child.)
Taxi Driver: Yes, my child?
Child: Dad, when will you come home?
Taxi Driver: It'll take some more time.
Child: Then bring chocolates and a new school bag, okay?
Taxi Driver: My dear, I will.
Child: And Dad, remember—on Monday we have to go for admission to the new school.
The driver felt a pang of guilt and replied:
Taxi Driver: I'll try my best, son.
Child: Okay, Dad.
Suddenly, a stern voice came from the back seat.
Aryan: Was that your child?
Taxi Driver: Yes, Raju. Raju Singh.
Aryan: And what's your name?
Taxi Driver: Darjan Singh.
Aryan: And my name is Aryan—Aryan Paul.
Darjan Singh: Are you from around here?
Aryan: No, I'm from Assam.
(Aryan was speaking in a local Mumbai accent.)
Darjan Singh: Funny—you speak like a true Mumbaikar.
Aryan: I know.
Darjan Singh: Why are you going to the Indian Martial Arts Academy? Don't you know it's been shut for the past three years?
Aryan: Yes, I know. But I want to revive all branches of the Indian Martial Arts Academy and take it to the top.
Darjan Singh: From our conversation, I can tell you're a good man and you seem to have martial arts skills. But there are expert martial artists far more powerful than you who brought the IMAA down.
Aryan: I know. Some of them are still in that branch. That's why I've come—to kill them.
Darjan Singh: They're extremely powerful. You can't stand against them. You might not know this, but I was also a member of IMAA. When those invaders challenged our top leaders, they were brought down in under 15 minutes. God as my witness—they spared us only on one condition: we would never practice our Indian-style martial arts again.
Aryan: We'll see.
Then they both went silent.
A few minutes later, the taxi stopped in front of an IMAA building. Aryan got out and entered. The guards tried to stop him, but Aryan's swift strikes sent them flying.
Then Aryan called out to their master—fight me or leave this country. Instead, five Shaolin Kung Fu masters attacked him as a group. But within five strikes from Aryan, they were all on the ground—guts spilling, blood staining the arena.
Aryan grabbed one guard and said:
"Indian Martial Arts Academy represents the Indian martial arts skills and culture, and it will not be controlled by others."
The remaining guards picked up their master's body and left the IMAA building. A minute later, Aryan came out and got into Darjan Singh's taxi.
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Why did Aryan interfere in the IMAA case?
Why are foreign martial artists trying to control Indian martial arts culture?
What will Aryan's next step be?