Dubai, UAE—
The city of gold.
Luxury towers touching the sky.
Expensive cars.
Power hidden behind glass walls.
And tonight—
A storm had arrived.
Its name was—
Sumit Roy.
🌆 Arrival of the King
At Dubai International Airport—
Business leaders stood waiting.
Luxury black cars lined up.
Security everywhere.
The moment Sumit stepped out—
Everyone straightened.
Respect.
Fear.
Power.
Zoya Khan stood at the front.
Elegant.
Sharp.
Dangerous.
She smiled faintly.
"Welcome back, Mr. Roy."
Rahul whispered behind—
"Sir… this looks less like business and more like a royal entry."
Aryan smirked—
"Bro secretly unlocked billionaire final boss mode."
Even Sangita—
Still shocked—
Couldn't deny it.
This world…
Was completely different.
❤️ Sangita's Silent Jealousy
Inside the luxury car—
Zoya sat beside Sumit.
Too comfortably.
Too naturally.
She adjusted his tie casually.
"You still hate formal events."
Sumit replied calmly—
"You still talk too much."
Zoya smiled.
"And you still avoid real answers."
Across from them—
Sangita sat silent.
Very silent.
Dangerously silent.
Rahul looked at Aryan—
"Emergency."
Aryan nodded seriously—
"Level: girlfriend jealousy."
Both immediately looked outside the window.
For survival.
😈 Business Summit Begins
Location—
SK Global Dubai Tower.
Top floor.
Private boardroom.
The world's elite sat there.
Investors.
Politicians.
Business giants.
And at the center—
One empty chair.
For Sumit.
The moment he entered—
The room stood up.
Sangita's eyes widened.
She whispered—
"They're standing for you…"
Sumit replied softly—
"They're standing for power."
He sat.
The room sat.
Then—
Zoya placed the file on the table.
DEVIKA ARORA
Silence.
Sumit opened it.
Page after page.
Old financial fraud.
Secret political links.
Illegal international funding.
His father's destroyed business empire.
Everything connected.
One name—
Devika.
💥 Truth About His Father
Rahul read slowly—
"Your father didn't fail…"
"He was destroyed."
Sangita looked at Sumit.
His hands tightened.
Eyes darker.
Years of pain.
Sacrifice.
Poverty.
His mother's suffering.
Everything—
Because of this.
Sumit closed the file.
Slowly.
"No more running."
His voice—
Ice.
"This ends now."
⚔️ Devika's First Move
At that exact moment—
Phone rings.
Unknown number.
Sumit answered.
Silence first.
Then—
A woman's voice.
Calm.
Dangerous.
Beautiful.
"Welcome to Dubai, Sumit."
Everyone froze.
Devika.
She continued—
"You finally found the truth."
Sumit's voice was cold.
"You destroyed my family."
A soft laugh.
"No…"
"I simply removed weakness."
The room turned colder.
Sangita clenched her fists.
Rahul looked ready to break the phone.
Aryan whispered—
"I officially hate her."
😈 Psychological Attack
Devika's voice lowered—
"Tell me, Sumit…"
"If saving your father meant losing Sangita…"
"Which would you choose?"
Silence.
Sharp.
Painful.
Sangita looked at him.
That question—
Hit too deep.
Devika smiled through the phone—
"Choose carefully."
Call disconnected.
🔥 FINAL LINE
Business was over.
This was now personal.
Family.
Love.
Blood.
Revenge.
And in Dubai—
The real war had finally begun. 😈🔥