In the secluded chambers of his sprawling haveli, Vikrant emerged from his closet, clad  in a silken kurta and dhoti. He went downstairs and walked towards his study. He opened  the door and went inside. A heavy wooden chair, carved with the likeness of a snarling tiger, stood majestically in the center of the room.

Vikrant settled into the chair, his massive physique, honed by years of rigorous bodybuilding, filled the space. His eyes flickered towards the doorway, where his loyal assistant, Aryan, awaited his presence. Aryan was a young man, diligent and efficient, with a keen sense of discretion that made him invaluable in Vikrant's line of work. He stood up as Vikrant entered, his eyes scanning his employer's face for any signs of displeasure.