Chapter 1: The Rajvansh Brothers in Paris

Aditya’s POV

France.

The land of cheese, fashion, and the best nightlife Europe had to offer. But to me, it was the perfect playground for mischief—and mischief is what I do best.

We were here for Bhai Sa’s dream project—the deal that could make Rajvansh & Sons the biggest name in Asia. It was serious business. Which meant Bhai Sa was in full-on, scary CEO mode. Focused. Silent. That look in his eyes? Let’s just say, even the French executives looked like they were walking on broken glass.

After the meeting, we headed back to the hotel. Bhai Sa didn’t say much—he rarely did—but just as I turned towards my room, his voice rang sharp and cold behind me.

“Adi, no trouble. Stay out of mischief. Don’t make me regret bringing you here.”

Translation: One wrong move, and I’ll make you wish you were never born.

I smiled innocently. “Of course, Bhai Sa.”

As soon as his door shut, I rolled my eyes.

“Don’t cause trouble,” he says. Pfft. He’s lucky I haven’t blown up the Eiffel Tower by accident... yet.

I needed backup for what I had in mind, and there was only one person dumb enough to go along with me: Karthik.

Karthik’s Room

I didn’t bother knocking. Just kicked the door open like a SWAT team.

“KARTHIKKK! Get up!”

He jumped like he’d seen a ghost. “Bhaisa? What the hell is wrong with you?!”

I grinned. “Bro, we’re in Paris. You know what that means?”

He groaned. “That we behave like adults because your psychotic older brother is a literal mafia boss in disguise?”

“No, it means we hit the clubs. Party. Let loose. Like normal 20-somethings.”

Karthik sat up, rubbing his face like he was aging in real time. “You do remember what happened the last time you ignored Bhai Sa, right?”

I sighed dramatically. “Yes, yes. The cruise ship incident. You act like getting tossed into the ocean is a big deal.”

“HE THREW YOU OFF A MOVING YACHT, ADI.”

“I can swim!”

“It was winter!”

“I wore thermal socks!”

He stared at me. “I hate you.”

Still, I knew I had him.

“This time is different,” I whispered. “We’ll spike his drink. He sleeps like a baby. We sneak out. Party. Return before dawn. Bhai Sa never knows.”

He looked at me like I’d suggested robbing the Louvre.

“This is Ekansh Singh Rajvansh we’re talking about! He probably has night vision and breathes through his ears!”

I clapped him on the back. “Relax. I’ve thought of everything.”

Dinner – That Evening

We sat down at a rooftop restaurant. Bhai Sa was immersed in post-meeting calls, speaking fluent power and dominance. I, meanwhile, slipped a crushed sleeping pill into his wine.

“Genius.”

He drank it. No questions. No reaction.

I nearly high-fived myself.

Midnight

Lights off. Mission accomplished. Bhai Sa was asleep in his suite.

Karthik and I snuck out of the hotel like spies in a heist movie. The air was crisp. The city was alive. We were two brothers on a reckless Parisian adventure.

At the Club

The lights danced. The music pounded. The crowd roared.

“Told you!” I yelled over the music. “I’m a genius!”

Karthik actually smiled. “Okay, I admit it. This might actually—”

And then, silence.

The music stopped.

The crowd parted.

And standing at the entrance, in a tailored black suit, eyes like death, was...

Ekansh Singh Rajvansh.

Ekansh’s POV

They thought they were clever. Aditya always did.

I noticed the bitterness in the wine before I even tasted it. A slight chalky residue at the bottom of the glass. And He was ? Nervous. Eyes twitching.

I didn’t say a word.

Just waited. Pretended to sleep.

Listened to the door creak open at midnight.

Counted the footsteps.

Waited twenty minutes. Then followed them.

They weren’t hard to find. Adi never was.

Now, as I stood in the middle of the club, watching my younger brothers freeze like deer in headlights, I almost smiled.

Almost.

Karthik muttered something to Aditya.

They exchanged one look.

“RUN!”

They bolted through the crowd.

I adjusted my cuffs, stepped forward slowly, voice like ice.

“Not so fast.”