In history, there is a man who has been called the one capable of destroying 80% of the world's population… a monster, a devil, everything.
But my boss is not like that.
He doesn't break the world… he holds it together.
He is the "Power House" behind the wealth flow of nearly 80% of the world.
The invisible gear of the global economy — if he stops, humanity itself will come to a halt.
I had heard many old stories and terrifying rumors about him…
but honestly, even in my dreams, I never thought that the doors of that "Empire" would open for someone like me.
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Between the tall buildings of Gurgaon, "The Royal Rasoi" shined like a diamond.
Outside, heavy rain was pouring down.
Through the large glass windows, the city lights looked blurred and distant.
Inside, the clink-clank of utensils mixed with the strong aroma of Indian spices.
And far away, in a quiet corner…
Kabir sat alone.
His face looked tired.
Dark circles under his eyes. Messy hair.
Everything about him screamed one thing—
73rd rejection.
He stared at the "Rejection Mail" on his cheap phone.
Then slowly… he let out a long breath.
"…Again."
Just then—
a heavy hand landed on his shoulder.
It was Mama-ji.
"Bhanje, let it go," he said softly.
"You know cafe-level cooking. Teach my workers. This whole empire… this 'Royal Rasoi' — it's yours. No work is small. Try to accept it as your own."
Kabir didn't reply immediately.
He just looked at the rain.
His thoughts were a mess.
"Maybe Mama-ji is right… 73 rejections… and I'm still chasing that 'normal office life'…"
A small, bitter smile appeared on his face.
"Maybe I'm just not made for it…"
His grip on the phone tightened.
"But Pitaji… where are you?"
"Should I just… give up on finding you?"
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The next morning—
Kabir stood in front of a place that didn't feel real.
Near "Bhagol Sando Tower," a massive bungalow stood tall, making everything around it look small.
At the gate stood Khanna Iyer.
Sweating.
Nervous.
As soon as he saw Kabir, he spoke—
"Mr. Kabir… there is bad news. Our previous boss… is no more. He has passed away."
Kabir froze.
For a second… nothing moved.
Then—
he took a breath.
"Then… who is the new boss?"
Khanna Iyer hesitated.
Then slowly… handed him a file.
Kabir opened it.
…and his mind went blank.
"Is this… for real?"
His voice rose.
"This has to be a joke!"
Inside the file—
was not a businessman.
Not a CEO.
But a photo of a Shiba Inu (dog).
Below it—
[CEO & Sole Heir]
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Kabir stood in front of the mansion gate.
Then pushed it open.
Step by step…
he walked toward the red entrance.
And then—
he stopped.
Someone was standing there.
But—
it wasn't human.
It was that same dog.
Wearing a perfectly fitted, expensive suit.
It was staring at him.
Not like an animal.
Not like a pet.
But like someone… judging him.
Measuring him.
Kabir's throat went dry.
"Is… my boss a dog?"
Even saying it felt ridiculous.
But no one laughed.
Not Khanna Iyer.
Not the silence.
Not even the dog.
The dog simply nodded.
Slowly.
Calmly.
As if—
this was normal.
As if—
Kabir was the strange one here.
Kabir felt something strange.
A chill.
Like something unseen had just started moving.
The dog's face didn't change.
No emotion.
Nothing.
Just empty.
As if it had already lost someone.
…Someone important.
Maybe even someone like a Pitaji.
And at that moment—
as Kabir stood there—
something flickered in the dog's eyes.
A memory.
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A dark room.
A small dog sat quietly.
In front of him stood a man.
His face couldn't be seen.
But his voice echoed—
low… heavy… tired.
"I am unlucky… I have lost everything."
A pause.
"But I still have you, Orbi."
Another pause.
"And maybe… after I'm gone… you will find someone who can be your friend."
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Orbi looked at Kabir.
Silently.
As if he knew him.
As if he had been waiting.
But Kabir…
knew nothing.
Not about him.
Not about this place.
Not about what was coming next.
Without a word—
Orbi turned around.
And walked inside.
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