Rudra's jaw clenched instinctively the moment he saw Arnav Malhotra step into his office, but years of practice had taught him to mask his emotions. He forced a neutral expression and gave a brief nod, signaling for them to take a seat. His eyes remained cold and calculating, never betraying the storm brewing beneath the surface.

“I thought we should meet to discuss the preparations,” Arnav began, his voice slightly strained as he tried to keep his composure. He had heard of Rudra Singh Rathore’s influence, but sitting across from him now, he realized just how intimidating  the man truly is.