Before leaving Aurora Logistics Company, Mukul stood in the main control room, eyes scanning the digital map of The Eternal Dominion Guild operations. The guild members and Eternal Dominion Enterprises staff were ready to expand their influence beyond Aurora City. Mukul's plan was clear: grow the guild's power across his home country, but avoid any conflict with Desai Corporation, his sisters' businesses, or their organisations. Every resource, every shipment, every move had to be precise. He gave his commands calmly yet firmly, ensuring each branch, each department, and each guild member understood their role.
Satisfied with the evening's work, Mukul left the company and drove toward the Desai Medical Centre, where Sanya was waiting for him. Shreya had insisted that Mukul officially meet the hospital staff, observe Sanya's work, and gradually regain her trust. Mukul was ready for anything — and more importantly, to protect Sanya no matter what.
As he entered the hospital, Mukul spotted Sanya in the intensive care ward, her brows furrowed, staring at a patient's chart. The patient was the head of the Varma family, an ancient and powerful business dynasty. The family controlled multiple industries, from banking to real estate, and had deep political connections. The patient, Mr Arjun Varma, was critically ill, and his family's influence made them notorious for being demanding and intimidating.
Sanya sighed, frustrated. "I've checked everything… but I can't find the cause of his illness," she muttered to herself. Her hands trembled slightly as she reviewed test results. The patient's wife, Mrs Devika Varma, a sharp and influential businesswoman, stood behind her with an impatient glare. Beside her, the eldest son, Rohit Varma, CEO of one of their multinational companies, and the younger daughter, Priya Varma, head of a global finance firm, hovered closely, murmuring criticisms. Their bodyguards, tall and intimidating, flanked them, eyes scanning the room like hawks.
"I've already warned you, Dr Sanya," Mrs Varma snapped, her voice icy. "If you can't save my husband, don't waste our time. This is your last chance."
Sanya swallowed, her confidence shaking. "I… I'll do my best," she whispered. But before she could continue, Rohit, frustrated by the slow progress, suddenly stepped forward, raising his hand as if to strike her.
Mukul, standing silently near the door, tensed. His eyes narrowed. Without a moment's hesitation, he stepped forward and positioned himself directly between Sanya and Rohit.
"Stop!" Mukul's voice was calm but carried an unshakable authority. Rohit froze mid-step.
"Who are you?" Mrs Varma demanded sharply, her tone dripping with menace.
Mukul's gaze met hers firmly. "I am Dr Sanya's brother. What do you want?"
The room went silent. Mrs Varma's eyes narrowed. "You have no idea who you're dealing with. My family controls banking, politics, and international business. You're just a boy. Step aside, or we'll make you regret it."
Mukul's expression did not falter. He glanced at the bodyguards and then at Rohit, his voice steady but deadly. "I don't care where you come from or what your background is. Without my permission, even the King of Hell cannot touch her. And if any of you try… then you'll find out exactly how powerless you are."
Rohit lunged forward, trying to push Mukul aside. Mukul caught his wrist mid-movement, twisted it sharply, and with a controlled, precise kick, sent Rohit stumbling backwards.
"Again," Mukul said, voice low, almost like a growl, "and the King of Hell himself won't be able to save you. So tell me… who the hell do you think you are, trying to touch her?"
The room went deadly quiet. Mrs Devika's lips pressed into a thin line. Priya's hands trembled slightly, gripping her tablet tightly. Even the trained bodyguards, sensing Mukul's presence, froze. There was a weight in the air — a silent, lethal energy that none of them could ignore.
Sanya's eyes widened. Tears pricked the corners as she looked at Mukul. She could feel the overwhelming aura of protection and killing intent emanating from him, a presence that could annihilate anyone who dared threaten her. Her heart raced, a mix of awe and deep emotion. "Mukul…" she whispered, voice breaking.
Mukul gently stepped closer to Sanya, ensuring she was behind him, his posture unyielding. The family members, still kneeling, finally lowered their gaze. They realised that Mukul wasn't an ordinary boy; he was someone far beyond their comprehension — someone whose strength, skill, and will were unmatched.
After a few tense moments, Mukul finally released his grip slightly, though his eyes never left the Varma family. "You are warned. Anyone who even thinks about harming her… will regret it beyond imagination."
Sanya, still holding her chart, looked at Mukul with gratitude and emotion. Tears ran down her cheeks, but this time, they were of relief and trust. "I… I can't believe you're here," she said softly. "Thank you…"
Mukul smiled slightly, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "I told you, Sanya. No one will ever touch you without my permission. You focus on saving your patient. I'll handle the rest."
The Varma family, now fully aware of the boy's overwhelming presence, slowly and carefully backed away. Their pride and status meant nothing in the face of Mukul's aura and determination. Everybody, including the bodyguard and family members, knelt, heads bowed, acknowledging the power before them without question.
Sanya took a deep breath, her hands shaking slightly. "Mukul… you're incredible. I… I can finally focus without worrying."
Mukul nodded calmly, his eyes softening as he looked at her. "That's all I want, Sanya. Just do your work. I'll always protect you."
The patient's family, still kneeling, whispered among themselves, realising they had met someone far beyond their imagination. Mukul turned slightly, his aura still dominant, and walked closer to Sanya, silently letting her know that no threat could ever reach her again.
And at that moment, Sanya knew — she could finally trust him completely.