Razamir’s Legacy

Third person's POV. The black Bentley Mulsanne raced down the silent road. Its headlights cut through the darkness, while inside, Aariz Raza Mir sat with his phone in hand, his jaw tight. The city lights blurred past his window as he leaned forward, voice low but urgent. “Faster. We don’t have time.” Tomorrow was the launch of The Dynasty Line, the grand collection of Imperial Threads. The whole fashion world would be watching, and Aariz wanted everything flawless. One last check at the fashion house was all he needed. Just one more night of work before glory. He didn’t know danger was already waiting for him. --- In another part of the city, hidden inside a dimly lit room, two men sat in silence. Smoke curled in the air, mixing with the stench of damp walls. One of them broke the silence, his tone sharp. “Is it done?” The other gave a slow nod. “Everything is ready. We’re only waiting for the call. The accident will happen tonight.” A cruel smile touched the first man’s lips. “Good. He is the heir of the family… but by morning, his empire will not belong to him anymore.” The second man leaned back, his eyes gleaming in the dark. “The shadows of death are already following him. He doesn’t even know who his enemies are.” They fell quiet again, listening to the distant ticking of a clock. Waiting. --- Back on the road, Aariz shifted in his seat, unaware of the trap that had been set. His green eyes were calm, his thoughts buried in tomorrow’s plans. Then — a blinding horn. A truck swerved out of nowhere, its headlights blazing. The Bentley screeched, the driver shouting in panic, but the crash came with brutal force. Metal bent, glass shattered, the car spun wildly in circles on the empty road. Aariz’s green eyes flew open in shock as another hit came from the opposite side. The windows burst into pieces, raining glass across him. His shoulders, his face, his back — all cut by sharp edges. Then the burning. Glass pierced into his eyes, pain exploding like fire inside them. His hands reached forward in desperation, but the world around him was already turning dark. In one single night, the life of Aariz Raza Mir — the proud heir of the Raza Mir family — was torn apart. His world, once shining, had been shattered forever.