When Aryan reached his room, he walked straight toward his bed.
He tried his best to calm his mind, but the more he tried to relax himself, the more restless he became.
In that frustration, he stepped out of his room and started walking in the garden.
After walking like that for a while, his eyes fell on something standing beside the car, covered with a cloth.
As soon as Aryan went closer and removed the cloth, a smile instantly appeared on his face—
because it was a brand-new black-colored bike.
A little while later,
on the roads of Delhi, which are always filled with the glare of vehicles, a black-colored bike moved ahead at high speed like a gust of wind, leaving all vehicles behind, and finally stopped in front of one of Delhi's famous clubs.
Seeing such an expensive bike, many people's attention shifted toward Aryan.
As soon as Aryan parked his bike and slowly removed his black-colored helmet, people around him kept staring at him for a moment.
But Aryan paid no attention to anyone.
Ignoring everyone, he walked straight inside.
The atmosphere inside was quite loudly.
Voices of people, songs, and machines could be heard everywhere.
Aryan walked straight toward the counter, where the most expensive varieties of sharab were displayed.
Seeing him, a waiter came up to him and asked,
"Excuse me, what would you like to have?"
Without thinking much, Aryan said,
"Which is the most expensive wine here?"
"Yes sir, we've just received a new premium wine, priced at around 200000.
Would you like to try this new wine?" the waiter asked in a questioning tone.
"Sure."
Hearing this, the waiter's gaze paused on Aryan for a moment.
There was slight hesitation in his eyes, but even more than that, deep respect was clearly visible.
Soft lights fell on his face.
A gentle si smile appeared on his lips.
The waiter lightly nodded his head in yes and then said in a slow, clear voice,
"Sure sir… I'll bring your drink right away."
A little while later, the waiter returned holding an expensive blue-colored sharab in his hands.
Under the soft lights, he slowly lifted the blue-colored bottle.
While opening the bottle's wrapper, a faint crack sound was heard—
a sound that reached Aryan clearly even through the loud music.
The waiter tilted the bottle slightly,
and a deep red stream of wine flowed smoothly into the glass.
After filling the glass, he gently swirled it so that the wine and ice cubes could perfectly settle.
In the end, holding the glass with both hands, the waiter respectfully placed it in front of Aryan.
Meanwhile, in a dark corner of the club, under the glow of neon lights, some hot si khubsurat ladkiyan were dancing while flaunting their attractive figure.
Their moves were smooth and confident on the heavy beats of the music, and every movement pulled the crowd's attention toward them.
Nearby, several boys were staring at them like a bhukha janwar watching its prey.
Desire was clearly visible in their eyes.
In the meantime, some of those girls were deliberately smiling, giving eye signals, and trying to seduce the boys.
And many boys were getting trapped in their charm without thinking much.
Suddenly, some of the girls' eyes fell on Aryan, who had just entered through the club entrance.
Black outfit, calm walk, and confidence in his eyes—
As Aryan passed through the lights, their dance slowed down for a moment.
One of the girls, whose name was Simran, leaned toward the girl standing beside her and pointed at Aryan with a soft smile,
"Hey Doli, look at that handsome guy… he's so charming."
Her eyes remained fixed on Aryan as she added softly,
"I feel like… he's a very rich guy."
Hearing this, the girl standing beside her slowly followed her gaze.
And then… her eyes stopped on Aryan.
The moment she saw Aryan, a faint smile appeared on her face.
She said in a slow voice, in an almost impressed tone,
"Yeah… this guy looks rich, charming, and also very hot.
At least he's far better than all the guys I've met so far."
Hearing this, the girl beside her raised her eyebrow and asked,
"So what are you thinking about it?
By the way, till now no one has been able to escape your beauty."
She laughed lightly—
a confident, teasing laugh—and said in a slow voice,
"Hahaha… what can I do?
My charm is such that guys go lattu behind me."
Then brushing her hair back, she said,
"So alright, instead of talking too much, it's better that I get to my kaam now."
Immediately after that, she finished the wine kept in a nearby glass in one gulp.
And just when Aryan was about to take his first sip of the wine,
a girl suddenly came from somewhere, looking completely drunk, and crashed straight into Aryan—
causing the entire wine to spill onto Aryan's shirt.
Seeing this, Aryan, slightly angry, brushed the wine off his shirt with his hands and said,
"Who the hell are you? What is this?"
After saying this, Aryan looked at himself—
he was completely soaked in wine.
Suddenly, the girl looked at Aryan and, without any hesitation, tried to chipak to him.
And the surprising thing was—
She was none other than the same girl whom the other girl was calling Doli,
the one who had been dancing in the club corner a while ago.
With a soft smile, Doli moved closer to Aryan and said in a low voice,
"Hey handsome, are you free today?
If yes, then why don't we have some masti?"
She whispered this near Aryan's ear.
Aryan pushed her away and said,
"What rubbish? What nonsense are you talking in this drunken state?"
Saying this, he ignored her and was about to order another drink from the waiter,
when, seeing herself being ignored like this, the girl walked toward Aryan again.
Her steps were slow, and her manner was clearly seductive.
Coming close to him with a soft smile, she said,
"What happened? Didn't you pasand me?"
While saying this, she deliberately leaned a little toward Aryan.
Without any hurry, Aryan gently held her face and started bringing his face closer to hers.
When there were only a few inches left between their faces, Aryan lightly pressed her face, looked at her for a moment, and then spoke in a very slow but cold voice,
"What makes you think that you have some special quality because of which you believe you can come close to me?
And if you think that with this body and this beauty you can trap me…"
"Baby… try these cheap tricks on someone else.
These tricks won't work in front of me."
Looking into her eyes for a moment, he added,
"And get one thing clear—you're not my type."
Saying this, Aryan calmly pushed her away once again and turned back toward his glass without looking behind.
Aryan's reply left Doli completely stunned.
Her body trembled slightly—anger and fear together.
The act of being drunk vanished.
She stood there, frozen, just staring at Aryan.
Because till today, no one had ever insulted her this clearly.
The very next moment, in anger, she stomped her foot on the ground and pointed her trembling finger toward Aryan, trying to say something—
but the words didn't come out.
"You… you…"
That was all she could say.
Actually, these girls often kept an eye on every rich person who came to the club.
Anyone who looked new, powerful, or wealthy, they tried their best to trap him using their charm and gestures.
And once someone got trapped, they slowly squeezed a lot of money out of him.
But sometimes, they also encountered people in front of whom they themselves had to be careful.
Today, they made their biggest mistake.
They assumed Aryan was just some spoiled rich kid—
and tried to trap him using their old tested charm.
If this had been the old Aryan,
maybe he would have fallen for it for a moment.
But this was not that Aryan.
This was the mafia king from 2030,
at whose single gesture countless such girls would stand in line in front of him.
Trying to trap him…
was their biggest miscalculation.
While all this was happening, a boy arrived there—
wearing branded clothes, sunglasses on his face, and attitude visible in his walk.
He went straight to Doli and said,
"Hey Doli, are you all right?"
But Doli was not in a condition to hear anything.
And as soon as she heard the boy's voice, a mischievous idea came into her mind—
to teach Aryan a lesson.
The very next moment, making a sad face, she pointed toward Aryan and said in a trembling voice,
"Rishabh baby, this guy insulted me.
Can you teach him a good lesson for me?"
Saying this, she leaned slightly toward Rishabh, trying to persuade him with her manner.
At that moment, Rishabh's eyes fixed on Aryan.
His expression changed instantly.
He stepped forward angrily and said,
"Hello mister, who the hell are you?
And how dare you insult my girlfriend?"
For a moment, silence spread around.
By now, the tension in the air had grown deep.
Because of Rishabh, the attention of many people nearby shifted toward them.
Seeing this scene, even the bar waiter got a little nervous.
His hands stopped, and his eyes kept moving between Aryan and Rishabh.
Rishabh's eyes were fixed on Aryan as if he would chew him alive.
Seeing him stare like that, a faint smile appeared on Aryan's lips.
In a completely calm tone, he said,
"Hey… how long are you going to stare like that?
Or are you more dilchaspi in guys?"
Saying this, Aryan crossed his hands over his chest.
His body language was completely relaxed—
as if the person standing in front of him didn't matter at all.
Seeing this, Rishabh's anger flared even more.
As soon as Aryan spoke, many people standing around couldn't hold back their laughter.
That laughter hit Rishabh's ego directly.
His facial expressions changed instantly.
He clearly felt the insult.
In that rage, he rushed toward Aryan and, without thinking, tried to punch him in the face.
But before the punch could reach Aryan—
Aryan simply raised one hand and stopped it easily in mid-air.
Seeing this, the entire atmosphere froze for a second.
Aryan pushed his hand away lightly and said in a calm but firm voice,
"Look, man…
I'm in a good mood today.
I don't want to ruin my mood by getting into unnecessary trouble with you."
He continued clearly,
"So it's better for you to leave this place right now."
By now, even Rishabh had understood—
Aryan was not an ordinary guy.
Then Aryan pointed toward the girl and said,
"And anyway, I only told her to stay away from me."
"Because she herself was chipak to me."
Taking a light deep breath, Aryan said,
"If you don't believe me, ask her yourself.
On top of that, she spilled my wine.
I should be the one getting angry."
Rishabh looked at Doli for a moment.
Seeing Rishabh looking at her and her lie being exposed, Doli got nervous.
In her hurry, she said,
"Rishabh, he's lying.
I accidentally bumped into him, which caused his wine to spill on his clothes."
Saying this, she tried to make herself look innocent so she could escape the situation.
Hearing Doli's words, Rishabh looked at Aryan.
He stared at him for a few seconds and then said in a self-confident voice,
"Fine… if it's just wine, I'll pay for it."
Taking out his wallet, he said,
"Tell me… how much is the price of this damage?"
Shrugging his shoulders, he added in an almost dismissive tone,
"Maximum… how much could it be?"
So what will happen next?
Will Rishabh realize his mistake…
or will a single sentence from Aryan turn the entire game upside down?