Shaan does not see people. He sees numbers. Debt. Time. Probability. Weakness. To him, a man is not a name—it is a ledger entry waiting to be completed.

He was not born into power. He built it the only way a boy from the gutters of Bombay could—by understanding that people are predictable when they want something badly enough. Hunger taught him that. Not just for food—but for money, for status, for escape.

And Shaan learned early: People don’t need to be forced into ruin. They walk into it themselves. Subtle. Controlled. Almost gentle.

Like a man appreciating a perfectly played game. Because to Shaan Chaudhary— Everything is a game. And he never plays one he hasn’t already won.

1 - Clearing a debt

2 - Instructions and Rules

3 - His Orders are Not Requests

4 - Gambling

5 - Feeling Betrayed