The private club smelled of whiskey and cigars the air thick with unspoken tension . Veeransh sat across his business partner , Waseem Khan , the prince of Istanbul . The deal was almost sealed  just a signature away .

" This deal could make us untouchable ," Waseem Khan said  his tone sharp as he tapped his fingers against the leather fold on the chair . The dim lightning of the private club cast shadows across his face but his eyes burned with determination .