The city's tallest skyscraper, 'The Crown Plaza,' was dazzling tonight. Every major business tycoon and powerful Alpha in the city was present. Yet, all eyes were anchored on one man—Abhi.
An 'S-Level Alpha,' Abhi feared no one. Swirling a glass of expensive wine, he sat on the sofa with the air of a man who owned the world. His charisma was so overwhelming that people hesitated twice before even daring to approach him.
Suddenly, the grand doors of the hall swung open. A simple-looking boy stepped inside. His clothes were modest, almost ordinary, but there was a strange, heavy stillness in his gait. This was Aman.
Abhi's restless gaze caught him instantly. "Who is this innocent-looking kid?" he whispered to a friend with a smirk. "I thought only 'apex predators' were invited tonight."
The friend chuckled, "Probably someone's assistant. Word is he's dirt poor, just working odd jobs to finish his studies."
A mischievous glint appeared in Abhi's eyes. He had a penchant for 'fragile' things. In this crowded, predatory world, this boy looked completely out of place—like a white orchid that could be crushed with a single hand.
Abhi rose and stalked toward Aman, intending to intimidate the boy with his sheer presence. But as he drew near, the air around him grew inexplicably heavy. A faint, almost imperceptible scent wafted from Aman—cold, mysterious, and ancient.
"Hey, kid," Abhi barked with practiced arrogance. "Are you lost? This place isn't for people like you."
Aman slowly lifted his lashes. His eyes were deep and tranquil, like a dark, bottomless ocean. He spoke only a few words: "I don't get lost, Mr. Abhi. I am exactly where I am supposed to be."
Abhi froze for a heartbeat. There wasn't a trace of fear in the boy's voice. Before he could respond, his half-brother Aryan arrived—but Aryan wasn't looking at Aman; his eyes were fixed greedily on Abhi's throne.
By the time the party ended, Abhi had no inkling that the "poor boy" he intended to "protect" was actually an Enigma—a being so wealthy and powerful he could buy the entire city in a heartbeat. Aman wasn't there as an assistant; he was there to set his first piece on the chessboard.
As Abhi walked away, Aman adjusted his sleeve—made of a rare fabric worth millions. He murmured softly, "A predator should always let the prey come to him."
Chapter 2: The Gilded Cage and the Hidden Emperor
The party at 'The Crown Plaza' was over, but the intoxication remained in Abhi's mind. It wasn't the wine; it was the memory of Aman's eyes. Abhi was used to getting whatever he pointed at. Pacing his bedroom, he called his secretary, Vikram.
"Vikram, that boy from the party—I want him on my personal staff by tomorrow morning. Bring him here, whatever the cost," Abhi ordered. He was certain a boy like Aman would come running for a few stacks of cash. To him, Aman was a bird to be kept in a golden cage.
The One-Sided Power Play
The next afternoon, Aman arrived at Abhi's office in his usual jeans and jacket. Abhi sat behind his massive desk like a king, ostentatiously placing a stack of cash and a legal contract on the table.
"Aman, I've looked into you," Abhi said with a victorious smile. "You work at a library and struggle to survive. Sign this. I'll give you a salary your last seven generations couldn't have dreamed of. In return, you stay by my side as my personal assistant."
Aman didn't even look at the contract. His eyes landed on a 'limited edition' pen on the desk—a piece worth millions. A ghost of a smile touched his lips; he found it hilarious that Abhi was tempting him with items his own household servants had stopped using years ago.
"Mr. Abhi," Aman asked calmly, "Do you truly believe everything has a price? Do you really think you can buy me?"
Abhi laughed, leaning forward. "Everyone has a price. I have enough wealth to buy your entire life and every breath you take."
Aman looked up, and for a split second, the Enigma aura flared in his eyes—a power Abhi couldn't yet comprehend. Without a word, Aman picked up the pen and signed. He was starting to find this arrogant Alpha quite entertaining.
The Empire Behind the Veil
After the meeting, Abhi stood by his window, convinced he had trapped a helpless bird. But as Aman stepped into a secluded alley outside, a bulletproof Rolls Royce pulled up. A prominent real estate tycoon stepped out and bowed deeply.
"Boss, welcome. Your tea is ready," the tycoon said, handing him a file. "And the company Abhi was trying to buy? 60% of the shares are now yours. He is officially at your mercy."
Aman shed his simple jacket. Beneath it, the watch on his wrist was worth more than Abhi's entire firm.
"Abhi thinks he's the hunter," Aman said coldly. "Let him enjoy the delusion. He doesn't need to know yet that the very bank he took a loan from for his new deal... belongs to me."
Aman was an Enigma whose empire moved in the shadows. He saw something in Abhi's reckless, almost childish arrogance that intrigued him. He wanted to see the Alpha's face when he realized his "servant" was actually his master.
Abhi had no idea he hadn't invited a bird into his cage—he had invited a lion who could swallow the entire jungle.
⚠️ Trigger Warning
This story contains dark themes, intense power dynamics, and scenes that some readers may find disturbing. Proceed only if you enjoy dark, high-stakes psychological drama. 🔞🔞
Author's Note
I hope you will join Abhi and Aman on this volatile journey. Your Votes and Comments are my biggest motivation—they inspire me to push the boundaries of this story every single day.
If you're ready for a game where the hunter becomes the hunted, stay tuned for the next chapter!