As soon as the middle-aged man stepped out of the car, his gaze locked straight onto the two of them.
He began walking toward them with extremely slow steps.
But those steps were slow only in appearance—because the man covered a distance of twenty feet in just five strides.
The moment Rahul saw this, expressions of shock and alertness surfaced on his face, and he immediately shifted into a fighting stance.
In complete contrast, Aryan was totally relaxed.
With a faint, crooked smile on his lips, he kept staring at the middle-aged man without blinking.
Within moments, the man stopped just five feet away from Aryan.
Seeing him come so close, Rahul instantly stepped in front of Aryan and stood protectively before him.
In that very instant, the childish expressions vanished from his face, replaced by a serious and hardened look.
A deep, heavy voice echoed next— "Who are you? And what is your purpose for coming here?"
But instead of answering, the man completely ignored the question and continued staring at Aryan's face.
For several moments, he simply kept looking at him.
Then suddenly, his eyes filled with tears.
The sight stunned Rahul as well.
Just then, Aryan placed a hand on Rahul's shoulder and stepped forward two paces, standing directly in front of the man.
Seeing this, the middle-aged man slowly approached Aryan.
With trembling hands, he touched Aryan's face and then his shoulders.
His voice quivered, his eyes still wet.
"Young Master… are you alright?"
A brief pause.
"I can't even describe how happy I am to see you."
A faint smile appeared on Aryan's face.
There was no pretense—only warmth.
He stepped forward and hugged Chaurasia Uncle.
"Uncle,"
Aryan said softly,
"It's good to see you."
Gyan Das Chaurasia couldn't speak for a few moments. His throat tightened.
Then, in a slow, trembling voice, he said— "Young Master…"
"With time, you've truly grown up."
He looked at Aryan carefully and added—
"And now, you seem far wiser than before."
As he said this, he could clearly feel the change in Aryan.
This change wasn't in words—it was in his demeanor.
Standing nearby, Rahul silently observed everything.
And at that moment, one thing became clear in his mind—
this was the man Commander Vishwajeet had mentioned to him.
Rahul's gaze returned to Chaurasia Uncle.
There was no doubt in his eyes now—only curiosity.
In a low voice, he asked— "The man the Commander talked about… is that you?"
Chaurasia Uncle looked at him. His eyes were calm, yet deep.
"Yes."
That single word carried such weight that Rahul unknowingly straightened his posture.
Now he understood—
this man was not just a butler.
Meanwhile, Aryan asked with a faint smile— "Uncle, is everything alright over there?"
Chaurasia Uncle nodded. "As long as I'm there, nothing can go wrong."
He said nothing more after that.
Instead, he scanned the surroundings, as if reading the atmosphere.
"This place isn't safe,"
he said calmly.
"We should leave."
Aryan nodded without asking a single question.
And the three of them moved forward together—
After that, all three sat inside the branded car and drove away.
Their conversation continued along the way, and during those talks, Rahul learned quite a lot about Chaurasia Uncle.
In reality, Chaurasia Uncle—whose full name was Gyan Das Chaurasia—had once served as a butler alongside Aryan's father.
When Aryan's father became the leader, Chaurasia Uncle was entrusted with the responsibility of protecting Aryan's mother.
Gradually, their relationship became more than just professional.
Aryan's mother began to see him as a father figure, and Chaurasia Uncle treated her like his own daughter.
Then came the incident—
the one in which Aryan's mother passed away.
After that, everything changed.
Chaurasia Uncle fell into deep sorrow.
He had no children of his own.
Because of this, during Aryan's childhood, it was Chaurasia Uncle who took care of him the most.
When Aryan was sent here for the Successor Race examination, Chaurasia Uncle returned to his old life.
He once again began serving as a butler under Aryan's father.
But when he found out that he had been chosen for Aryan once again, he was genuinely happy from the bottom of his heart.
Even though he was now over sixty years old, no one doubted his strength.
Rahul hadn't known much about him before.
Even while living in the clan, he had never met him.
Inside the car, Chaurasia Uncle and Aryan began talking quietly.
He asked Aryan how his time here had been—how the struggle was.
Aryan didn't say much.
Just a few simple words, as if everything had been fine.
After a while, Aryan asked— "By the way… where are we going?"
Chaurasia Uncle smiled slightly. "What do you mean, where?" he said calmly.
"We're going to your new bungalow."
Hearing this, Rahul's mouth fell open in shock.
Chaurasia Uncle continued— "And besides,"
he looked at Aryan,
"you have big things ahead of you now.
To achieve that, the first thing you need is a strong status of your own."
The car kept moving forward.
Soon, it headed toward one of Delhi's most famous luxury villas.
Amid the city's glowing lights, that place stood out from afar—
as if it were built only for those whose wealth remained far beyond the reach of ordinary people.
In no time, the car reached the gate.
The guard standing there saluted and opened it.
The very next moment, the car moved inside.
The view inside was mesmerizing—one couldn't help but stop and stare.
Lights shone everywhere. Everything glittered.
There was an open garden ahead and a magnificent swimming pool nearby.
But Aryan remained completely unaffected.
In his previous life, he had seen mansions so grand that this place didn't even compare.
A while later… all three had entered the bungalow and were seated on the sofa.
Expensive antiques adorned every corner—each worth millions.
Every item told a story of luxury and grandeur.
Anyone's eyes would naturally be drawn to them.
But unlike the usual joy and laughter that follows reunions—
At this moment, the room was engulfed in pin-drop silence.
A silence so deep that even the sound of heartbeats could be heard.
Breaking the stillness, Gyan Das Chaurasia spoke— "Young Master, we've found something… something that might be useful to you."
Aryan lifted his gaze toward him. "And what is it?"
"We've discovered that a black organization has become active again.
The same people who were involved in that incident.
Back then, we eliminated most of them, but to this day, we haven't been able to identify the true mastermind behind it all."
"Moreover, we've learned that certain groups are secretly supporting them."
Hearing this, Aryan's brows furrowed, and his fists clenched.
Because even in his previous life—when he was at the peak of his strength—he still couldn't reach the root of those people.
That failure had continued to eat away at him from within.
Seeing Aryan clench his fists in anger, Chaurasia Uncle said in a deep voice— "And you've been given a clear order by the clan.
If you want to move forward, you must stop them from succeeding in their plans.
Only then will you be granted a rank within the clan."
The silence in the room deepened further.
Continuing, Gyan Das added— "Additionally, within a few years, you must reach the position of Commander.
To do that, you'll have to complete every target assigned to you within the next three years."
Aryan gave no response.
His eyes were calm—but behind that calmness was a storm capable of destroying everything at any moment.
He knew— this wasn't just an order.
It was a chance to settle accounts with his past.
And this time…
he wasn't going to let anyone escape.
Trying to ease the tension, Chaurasia Uncle changed the topic— "Oh, yes… one more thing I forgot to mention.
I've made certain arrangements regarding your future plans.
Now you'll have to move forward along those paths, so you can quickly rise to the top of the Successor Race."
Aryan nodded slightly, his expression unchanged. "Alright," he said simply.
After a brief pause, he added— "But apart from that, I have plans of my own.
When the time comes, I'll tell you."
His voice was calm, but anger was tightly coiled within him.
After that, he saw no reason to stay there any longer and headed straight to his room.
As soon as Aryan left, Rahul's patience snapped.
He turned toward Chaurasia in anger— "Why did you have to tell him all this right now?
Couldn't this have waited?"
Chaurasia looked at him. His voice carried both exhaustion and firmness— "Child, you may have known Aryan for some time, but I've known him far longer.
And the truth is, sooner or later, he was bound to face all of this."
After a brief silence, he continued— "And more than you, I worry about him.
Because before she died, his mother made me promise to take care of him."
Then his voice grew harsher— "And yes…
I spoke to your father.
He made it very clear—if you repeat the same mistakes again, the moment you step into the clan, he'll have your legs broken."
Finally, without a trace of softness, he said— "So while you're here, focus on your work.
And fulfill the responsibility you've been given properly."
Silence once again filled the room.
Hearing Gyan Das Chaurasia's words, Rahul froze for a moment.
Anger was evident on his face, but the next instant, he composed himself and bowed his head.
"Alright…
But please tell him this—I'm not going back to the clan.
I'll always stay with Aryan."
There was stubbornness in his words… and fear as well.
But Chaurasia completely ignored his statement.
After that, they talked for a while longer.
Then, without saying much, the three of them rose one by one and headed toward their respective rooms.
So what happens next?
Will Aryan be able to face the enemies ahead?
Will he reach those who are still pulling the strings from the shadows?
The answers to all these questions await in the coming chapters.