As the private jet soared through the night sky, Aditya gazed out of the window, lost in a maelstrom of thoughts. The sprawling city lights below seemed to twinkle mockingly, a reminder of the life he was trying to escape even for a moment. Beside him, Vansh was busy scrolling through his phone, occasionally throwing sideways glances at his best friend. He could sense the turmoil within Adi, the tension that had built up ever since they crossed paths with Meera.

“Adi, you need to snap out of it,” Vansh finally said, breaking the silence. “We’re heading to LA to expand our empire, not to moon over some girl. You’re the mafia king; act like it.”