Chapter 1

The two groups of bandits were in fierce competition and now signs were showing that one of the retreats was imminent. Not far from the commotion, the leaders of those groups were riding on horseback. Although their faces were hidden behind the masks; they knew and recognized each other very well.

Suddenly one addressed the other.

"It seems that your defeat is destined today."

"Let's see...." The answer came from the front. And really he saw that what seemed to be the opposite was true!

Because the claimant of victory’s group was defeated by the other and he again failed... like always!!

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Akbar Shah was sitting on his office chair. There was a sea of emotions in his eyes. He was apparently busy at work but his mind was stuck somewhere ...!

Sharp features, light brown eyes, pointed arrogant nose, brownish silky hairs falling on his forehead which were giving him a boyish look and a dominating personality; Akbar Shah, with all these radiated authority and control.

But yesterday's victory made him even idler rather than arrogant. Suddenly the silence of the room was broken by the croaking sound of the intercom.

"Miss Khan?" Akbar pressed a button and addressed his secretary.

"Sir! A man wants to meet you and he is being rude and threatening me that ..." Miss Khan, on the other hand, wanted to say something in a complaining tone that Akbar had interrupted her.

"Threat? Oh! let him in..."

"Okay sir!" And then Akbar removed his finger from the button and disconnected the contact.

Shortly afterwards, a tall man staggered into the room through a strong glass door.

This person has small clever black eyes, pale complexion, thin lips, dark curly hair and a built body; he was nothing like Akbar Shah personality wise.

That Akbar Shah; who knew the art of impressing people well but as far as he was concerned, he was hard to impress by anyone. The man in front of him definitely had no competition.

"How do I owe the pleasure of your presence in my office, may I ask?" Akbar leaned back in his chair and asked with a smile. A sarcastic smile appeared on the face of the man standing in front.

"I have come to give you the greetings of morning!"

"Okay, I got it. Anything else?" Akbar Shah spoke with professionalism in his tone. The man laughed out loud at Akbar's words.

"Yeah ... and I also wanted to say that yesterday's defeat doesn't mean anything to me, it's just a game of destiny ... sometimes my victory, sometimes yours, but remember that now the defeat is yours That would be my biggest win."

"After answering your morning greetings at one o'clock in the afternoon and listening to your nonsense, do I have to say that if you have finished your nonsense, you can now leave!" The man smiled wryly.

"My job was to warn you so that you don't complain later that I didn't warn you. I have no interest in seeing you anyway. You can impress others with this form, but not me. But do remember that my next victory will be your worst defeat ... goodbye! " Saying this, he turned to go but stopped when he heard Akbar's laughter.

"Then listen to me too, Mahmood Hamdani! I have not learned to lose ... whichever front I meet, victory will be mine ..." And as soon as he finished speaking, Mahmood left the room. After he left, the smile on Akbar's face suddenly disappeared and he sank into a deep thought. Signs of concern were clearly visible on his face.