Suddenly, a posh Range Rover stopped in front of Cachar Club. From the car, a beautiful teenage girl stepped out, wearing a black mini dress with black high heels, carrying a white Gucci handbag in her hand.
The stunning girl walked toward the reception area with two bodyguards and said,
Beautiful Girl: Where is room number 11?
Receptionist: Ma'am, it's on the second floor, the last room. But ma'am, this room has been booked by our boss. We have strict orders not to disturb him.
Beautiful Girl: Call him and tell him Kiara is here to meet him.
The receptionist then called Room No. 11. On the other end, Aryan answered and instructed to send Kiara to his room. A few moments later, Kiara reached Room No. 11. She knocked on the door once, and a voice replied, "Come in, the door is open."
She then entered the room and locked the door from inside. Her two bodyguards remained stationed outside the room to ensure they weren't disturbed.
Inside Room 11:
Aryan: Now tell me, why have you come to Silchar?
Kiara: Aryan, you're so boring.
Kiara: I thought wearing such revealing clothes would make you talk to me nicely. But you still have that same boring face on.
Aryan: Fine. Now tell me the real reason you're here. But first, tell me—why did you ignore me in college? Don't you know me?
Kiara: Oh, so the problem is that I didn't talk to you.
Aryan begins to feel jealous of Kiara's teasing tone. But she continues with her suggestive remarks. To shut her up, Aryan suddenly moves toward Kiara and strikes her knee swiftly. Kiara falls on her knees. Aryan then places a finger from each hand on either side of Kiara's forehead and says:
Aryan: Will you tell the truth now or do you want to see what I can do?
Kiara: No... no... I'm telling you the truth. Don't do this. I came here on Master Brahm's orders.
Aryan: Master Brahm??
Kiara: Yes, Master Brahm. Now let me go so I can explain everything.
Aryan lets her go so she can talk.
Kiara stands and sits down on the sofa. Aryan offers her a glass of water. She takes a sip, and Aryan sits down on the bed.
Aryan: Now tell me.
Kiara: Actually, Master Brahm advised my father to send me to Silchar for safety.
Aryan: From what I know, your father, Ravish Shergill, is powerful enough to protect you from enemies.
Kiara: After killing five Kung Fu masters in Mumbai, the heads of various martial arts societies gathered for questioning. My father told them that all he knew was that Master Brahm had trained a new student. They wanted to know the identity of Master Brahm's 9th student. But my father said no one knew about him.
Aryan: Didn't they question the other students of Master Brahm?
Kiara: They wanted to. But the other students have gone into isolation to prepare for future battles. So, they tried to contact their families. As a result, the families of Master Brahm's students began attacking each other—specifically targeting the successors. Even foreign martial arts societies are trying to eliminate these heirs. And I'm at the top of their hit list.
Aryan: Then how many successors have died? Who is killing whom?
Kiara: So far, none. Because all the successors are well-trained in ancient Indian martial arts.
Aryan: So your father sent you here for protection?
Kiara: That's just one reason.
Aryan: Then what's the other reason?
Kiara: Master Brahm wants you to teach me advanced martial arts techniques and ancient Ayurvedic treatments.
Aryan: Fine.
Kiara: And one more thing. My father wants you to gain proper knowledge before joining our business.
Aryan: Okay, then tell me about your business.
Kiara: Okay.
Kiara stood up, opened the door, and took a laptop from Krish. She then closed the door again and sat back on the sofa.
She turned on the laptop, and Aryan walked up behind her. Kiara said:
Kiara: Look, our business group includes several companies operating in different sectors. But these are our top companies. Here's a list along with a chart showing our income sources.
She gestured for Aryan to look at the screen.
Aryan: ASML is your top company. And your business group holds major shares in several others too.
Kiara: And my father also asked me to find out if you have any future plans for our business.
Aryan: Yes, I do. But before that, tell me—when does the "Indian Martial Arts Tournament" begin?
Kiara: It's starting next month.
Aryan: Alright.
Suddenly, Aryan's phone rang,
Ting... Ting...
Who called Aryan during this serious discussion?
What are Aryan's future business plans?
And what is the "Indian Martial Arts Tournament"?