The first light of dawn was just breaking over the horizon, casting pale pink and gold streaks across the massive glass windows of Aryaanveer’s bedroom. The rest of the Shetty mansion was still dead silent, but the king of the underworld was already awake. He stood by the window, wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung black sweatpants, his bare torso exposing the sharp lines of his muscles and the dark tattoos that detailed his back and shoulders.

He picked up his intercom, dialing the staff quarters. "Send Maira to my room. Now."