The same man who had been talking to Mayank appeared at a different place. As soon as he materialized there, he saw a building in front of him and, in the next moment, found himself inside it. On the top floor of the building was a flat. A young man, about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, was taking a bath there. Since it was Sunday, he was completely free and had chosen to bathe in the afternoon. After he finished bathing and stepped out of the bathroom, he had a towel wrapped around his lower body and was holding a glass pen in his hands. He was completely relaxed and merry, lost in his own world.
While he was idly writing on himself, the flat's doorbell rang. On seeing this, the young man became irritated and muttered to himself, "Who on earth has the nerve to bother me now?" With that he moved toward the door and opened it. Standing there was another man who had just come from speaking with Mayank. The flat owner looked at the man's serious face and asked, "Sourabh, what's the matter? Why do you look so serious? It's the middle of the day — why have you come to my house? Is it something serious?"
The man who had spoken with Mayank was Sourabh Shukla. Sourabh said to the young man standing before him, "Come inside; we'll talk there. And by the way, make sure you've got underwear beneath that towel — don't want your profile to open up and have me see something I don't want to see."
Hearing Sourabh's words, the flat owner laughed. "Sourabh, your jokes never end," he said. "Anyway, let's go inside. I have something to tell you too." With that, the two of them went into the flat. The owner's name was Naresh Sisodiya. He watched Sourabh, who still looked quite serious. After a long silence, Naresh finally said, "I can see you've been troubled since you arrived. If you just sit there quietly, I won't know what's on your mind. Tell me what's worrying you — without hesitation."
Hearing Naresh, Sourabh looked at him and then told him everything Mayank had told him. When Naresh heard the whole story, his face turned grave. "If this is true," he said, "it could be extremely dangerous for our mission. We need to gather more information about it." Saying this, Naresh took out his laptop and typed a few words. At once a CCTV clip he had hacked up appeared on the screen.
When Sourabh saw that Naresh had hacked the CCTV camera, he joined him at the laptop and the two of them watched the footage — the very events that had just occurred with Dharmendra. After they watched it, they looked at each other in astonishment, then quickly grew very serious. After a brief silence, Naresh looked at Sourabh and said, "Our mission could be endangered. We must eliminate these people immediately. Do this: gather every Element Warrior in the country and bring them to Mumbai within the next five hours. Tonight we will attack this group. We will either attempt to bring them under our control or wipe them out completely."
Sourabh nodded and handed the phone to Mayank. As soon as Sourabh called, Mayank picked up on the first ring. Sourabh pushed the phone toward Naresh, who said into it, "I don't know what you will do or how you'll do it, but I want every Element Warrior we have across the country to be in Mumbai within the next five hours. Go to any lengths necessary. If you succeed, I will do everything I can to raise you to King level."
Hearing this on the other end, Mayank grew thrilled and replied respectfully, "Don't worry, Boss. Consider it done." Seeing Mayank so easily convinced, Naresh asked, "Wouldn't you like to know why I'm calling so many Element Warriors together?" For a moment Mayank fell silent, then, guessing, said, "Boss, as far as I can tell, this all has something to do with what happened to my son today."
When Naresh heard that, he said, "You're very perceptive. That's precisely why Sourabh and I chose you for this task. Even if your son is wildly irresponsible, he unknowingly contributed greatly to us. I will also try my best to elevate your son to Lord level." Mayank thanked him, "Thank you, Boss. I will always be grateful to you." Naresh ignored Mayank's flattery and said, "This matter is extremely dangerous; we must handle it at all costs. Be prepared — many of our Element Warriors may die in tonight's operation. Do you understand?"
Hearing Naresh, Mayank fell silent, then said, "Boss, you are right. I know that to achieve something big you sometimes have to sacrifice important things." Naresh agreed, "You speak correctly. I'm disconnecting the call now." He ended the call, handed the phone back to Sourabh and said, "Prepare yourself. Tonight we will finish off anyone who could threaten our mission. Remember, if our other teammates get to them first, we will lose the planetary-level resources required to advance to the Planet level with the Lord."
Sourabh replied confidently, "Don't worry, brother. No organization on this planet could be strong enough to take on people as advanced as we are." He smiled, and Naresh smiled back.
Aryan and his caravan had by now reached the edge of a forest. As they were about to enter, Aryan asked his driver, "Why are we going into the forest?"
The driver replied, "Young master, we are not going to a battlefield. Actually, there is a housing colony inside this forest that is reserved exclusively for billionaires."
Hearing this, Aryan was surprised and asked another question: "Which fool thought it was a good idea to build a housing society inside a forest? Doesn't that person understand how wrong it is to build in a place like this?"
The driver answered, "Young master, this housing society was commissioned by your father."
Kavya, who was sitting near Aryan, laughed when she heard that and looked at him. "You're amazing — you always speak ill of your father. Don't you feel even a little ashamed?" she teased. Hearing Kavya, Aryan rolled his eyes, pulled her closer and said, "You're getting too cheeky; you'll have to pay for this." Saying that, he kissed her lips. The driver, who had seen this, shut his eyes — he had witnessed similar scenes from his father before, so he was prepared for things like this.
When Kavya realized what Aryan had done, she wrenched herself free and, annoyed, said, "What are you doing? You did that in front of our driver — have you no manners?" Aryan glanced at the driver and asked, "Did you see anything?" The driver replied innocently, "No, young master. I was focused on driving; why would I be looking back?" Smiling at the driver's dutiful answer, Aryan told Kavya, "See? Our driver is so dutiful, and you accuse him like that — it's wrong." Kavya rolled her eyes and deliberately ignored Aryan.
Soon the caravan entered the forest. After about five kilometers, Aryan saw before him a luxurious housing society. He was completely taken aback and asked Rohan, who was sitting ahead in the car, "Rohan, when did my father build this housing society, and who lives here?" Rohan began to report to the young master: "As your driver told you, this place was created only for billionaires. In fact, the decision to build a grand housing society for you was taken when you were born. Initially, it was intended solely for you, but after reconsideration, the old master opened it up to other billionaires as well. Even among billionaires, however, only those whose wealth is measured in U.S. dollars — not Indian rupees — can live here. Even a small house here costs ten million U.S. dollars."
Aryan listened in astonishment but didn't react much; he simply watched the place from his seat. When the car reached a designated spot, Rohan got out and opened the rear door. Aryan realized they had arrived at his house; Kavya also got out with him. Rohan said, "Young master, your house is currently undergoing renovations. There used to be space for only ten cars, but the garage is being expanded, so we've pulled up here. Let me show you around." With that, Rohan led the way.
Outside, Aryan inspected the surrounding homes — every house was magnificent. In front of many of the houses stood numerous foreign cars: Ferraris, Lamborghinis, Mercedes, Rolls-Royces, Bentleys, and many more. Soon they reached a particularly lavish house. Rohan looked at Aryan and said, "Young master, this house is yours. From today onward you will live here, and everything you need will be provided right here. The houses next to yours have been purchased for your servants — your chef, drivers, domestic staff, and even me."
Rohan guided Aryan toward the house. When they reached the door, he told him, "Young master, until now I was the only one with access to this house because I used to come and oversee its renovation according to your instructions. But now that you're moving in, you will have authority over everyone in this house." He then wiped all his own passwords from the house's smart lock and deleted his special access credentials. He looked at Aryan and said, "Young master, the house's smart system has been fully rebooted, so you can now register your own lock settings."
Aryan nodded and said to Paras, "Paras, I leave this job to you." Paras began to work at once, and Aryan stepped into the house. Kavya, confused, looked at Rohan and wondered why Aryan hadn't registered his fingerprint or retinal scan with the home's locks. Rohan smiled mysteriously and reassured her, "Young mistress, don't worry. Once you stay with the young master regularly, you'll get used to it." Kavya, still puzzled, nodded slowly — she didn't fully understand, but she knew she would soon catch on.
Kavya nodded slowly after hearing Rohan's words. She didn't know what to say, so she merely acted as if she understood. Though she found the matter quite strange, she decided not to press further — after all, everyone had their own secrets.
Following Aryan closely, Kavya, Rohan, and the rest of the group entered their new home. The moment they stepped into the grand main hall, Aryan glanced around with quiet amazement. The house looked luxurious from the outside, but the interior was at least ten times more magnificent.
The floors were made of the world's finest marble, gleaming with a subtle, elegant luster. A beautifully crafted carpet lay beneath their feet, catching Aryan's attention instantly. When Rohan noticed Aryan gazing curiously at the carpet, he smiled and began to explain respectfully,
"Young Master, the carpet you're standing on is made from the hide of a lion. Not only that, the embroidery on it was done by some of the world's most renowned artisans. Because of their craftsmanship, this single carpet is worth over one million U.S. dollars."
Kavya, who stood beside Aryan, was left completely stunned. Her mouth fell open in disbelief. One million dollars… for a carpet?
Rohan ignored her reaction entirely and continued his explanation with the same calm tone.
"Young Master, the paintings you see on these walls are also among the most expensive in the world. Each one is a masterpiece."
He then gestured toward a large glass window that looked out toward the side of the mansion.
"Your new garage is still under construction, but once completed, it will have space for twenty cars and fifty bikes. When you turn eighteen, all the world's top luxury cars—custom-made to your preference—will be delivered here.
"Apart from that, this mansion has fifteen bedrooms, each equipped with its own luxurious bathroom. And if you ever need anything, Young Master, you can either call me directly or contact any of the house staff."
After saying this, Rohan gestured toward a group of people standing respectfully nearby.
"Allow me to introduce them."
As Aryan turned toward the group, all of them suddenly dropped to one knee, bowing deeply before him.
"Greetings, Young Master," they said in unison. "We are honored to serve you. Serving you is our only duty."
Watching the servants kneel before him with such sincerity, Aryan turned his gaze to Rohan, who immediately understood his unspoken question.
"Young Master," Rohan explained, "the servants you see here come from families that have served yours for generations. Their ancestors dedicated their lives to your family's service, and their loyalty is beyond question. If there are truly faithful people in this world, it's these men and women standing before you."
Aryan nodded slowly, a faint smile on his face. After a moment of thought, he addressed the servants directly.
"You all must have worked hard to keep this mansion spotless," Aryan said sincerely. "I truly appreciate your efforts. Therefore, as a token of my gratitude, each of you will receive a bonus of one hundred thousand U.S. dollars."
A wave of joy spread across the hall instantly. The servants' eyes filled with tears of gratitude, and they bowed even lower, chanting, "Thank you, Young Master!"
Kavya, however, was utterly speechless. She stared at Aryan in disbelief. One hundred thousand dollars each? Even though she understood that these servants' ancestors had served Aryan's family for generations, she still felt his generosity was excessive.
In her opinion, giving out such huge bonuses could make the servants complacent or even greedy in the long run. If Aryan could have heard her thoughts, he probably would have laughed heartily.
He brushed the matter aside and turned to look at Kavya, his expression softening into a teasing smile.
"Sweetheart," Aryan said playfully, "would you like to stay in the same room with me, or would you prefer a separate one?"
Kavya's face turned crimson. She lightly punched him in the chest and replied with a flustered glare,
"You're not even eighteen yet, and you're already talking like this? You should be ashamed!"
Saying that, she walked off toward one of the bedrooms, pretending to be angry though her lips curled into a faint smile.
Meanwhile, Rohan motioned for Aryan to follow him in another direction. They walked down a long corridor until they reached a massive door. As Rohan opened it, Aryan's eyes widened in surprise — it was a grand room unlike anything he had ever seen before.