Mafia's Ruthless Obsession

Chapter 20: They will come

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Rudraveer Pov-

Soft golden sunlight slipped quietly through the curtains, spreading a warm glow across the room. Rudraveer lay still on his bed, one arm resting loosely beside him, his face calm—unusually calm. There were no stress lines on his forehead today, no heaviness… just a quiet, peaceful expression.
For a few moments, he didn’t move.
His breathing was slow and steady, as if he was still half lost in sleep.
Then slowly—
His eyes fluttered open.
He blinked lightly, adjusting to the brightness of the morning. For a second, he just stared at the ceiling, silent… still… letting the calm settle within him.

He turned slightly on his side, stretching his arm, the muscles in his body easing out of sleep. His hair was slightly messy, falling over his forehead, giving him a raw, effortless look.
After a moment, he pushed himself up and sat on the bed, running a hand through his hair.
The coolness of the room brushed against his skin, grounding him. He walked toward the curtains and pulled them aside completely.
The room instantly filled with sunlight.
Rudraveer stood there for a moment, letting the light fall on his face. His eyes closed briefly as the soft morning breeze entered through the slightly open window.

Rudraveer looked around the room searching for his phone, his phone was resting on the couch as he was working late till night. Thus, he forget it there.  He walked towards the couch and opened hi phone. His phone wallpaper is a default system wallpaper as he was not a PDA person. He has many more enemies who awaits for a slight chance to attack him. Tough, they know if they tried to go against him, he will make them face hell personally.  He doesn't want them to know about her because they will definitely try to reach her and he doesn't want to risk her life.

He glanced at the time and stood up from the couch.
Walking toward the closet, he pulled out his gym clothes. Though it hardly mattered—he usually worked out without anything on his upper body, pushing himself hard through every session, training with full intensity.

Rudraveer stepped into his private gym, and the atmosphere instantly felt intense and focused. The room was spacious, designed with dark matte walls that gave it a powerful, grounded feel. One entire wall was covered with a full-length mirror, reflecting every movement with sharp clarity. The floor was layered with heavy rubber mats, and neatly arranged dumbbells lined one side, ranging from light to extremely heavy. In the center stood a bench press setup, while other strength machines and a punching bag filled the corners. The faint metallic scent of iron mixed with the cool air, making the space feel raw and disciplined.

He walked further inside, his presence alone adding to the energy of the room. Without wasting a second, he pulled off his t-shirt and tossed it aside casually. His upper body came into view—broad shoulders, a well-defined chest, and sharply carved abs that moved with every breath. His arms were strong and veiny, showing the result of years of consistent hard work. There was no hesitation in his movements, only habit and control.

He picked up a pair of heavy dumbbells and began his workout. His movements were slow but powerful. With every lift, his muscles flexed naturally—his biceps tightening, shoulders engaging, and chest expanding with effort. His jaw clenched slightly, and his focus remained unbroken. Sweat slowly started forming on his skin, sliding down from his neck to his chest, highlighting every line and curve of his physique.