Silk and Scars Chapter 1

The skyline of Delhi shimmered under the soft golden light of the setting sun. From the 32nd floor of the Rajawat Corporate Tower, the city looked almost peaceful — nothing like the storm brewing behind the bulletproof glass walls of the topmost office.

Eshaan Rajawat stood in front of the massive window, hands in his tailored black trouser pockets, the glow casting a warm hue on his sharply carved jawline. His charcoal grey suit fit him like a glove, Italian-made, much like the dark reputation that clung to his name.

He was the name whispered in awe and fear. The number one businessman in Asia. Clean. Charismatic. Untouchable.

And yet… the rumors never ceased. Ruthless. Cold-blooded. Mafia.

No one knew the full truth. Not the media, not the government, not even his enemies. But in the underworld corners of Italy, the name "Baaz" — the Hawk— was feared.

That Hawk was him.

But right now, that Hawk was texting his mom.

Eshaan Rajawat (Ml)

texting: Khana kha liya na aapne?! please don't skip again, warna I'll fly back tonight...

texting - 📲

meenakshi Rajawat (Ml Mom)

📲 Haye Ram! You're the one skipping meals and threatening me?

Eshaan Rajawat (Ml)

📲 Nahin maa , bas i was missing you. And Delhi's weather is nothing like our garden in Italy.

meenakshi Rajawat (Ml Mom)

📲 jaldi shaadi kar lo. Bahu aa jayegi toh koi toh tmhara khayal rakhega.

Eshaan Rajawat (Ml)

* chuckled softly, shaking his head*

His mother was his soft spot — the only human who saw the real him. The version that joked, that hugged, that smiled, That lived

But outside that bubble?!

Eshaan was everything that world feared.

he turned from the window and walked towards the desk, where a few files lay open — all legitimate business. Steel, Pharmaceuticals, real estate, fintech — he had branches in every sector, in every corner of India and world and his empire's nerve centre remained in Italy.

Built from Scratch. Every rupee. Every drop of blood.

Eshaan Rajawat (Ml)

*tapped a button on the intercom*

Eshaan Rajawat (Ml)

📠 Siddharth. Flight to Banaras. Tonight, I want details of the hospital project site by 7❄❄

his tone dropped, the warmth from his voice erased like a wiped slate.

Siddharth Kumar( Ml assistant)

📠 Sir, 8 PM jet. It's ready.

Eshaan Rajawat (Ml)

Good. And the local fixer? ❄

Siddharth Kumar( Ml assistant)

📠 waiting at Banaras terminal.

Eshaan Rajawat (Ml)

📠 tell him not to act smart. I'm going there quietly. No noise. ❄❄

Later that night — Banaras

The Ganga flowed in silent reverence under the moonlight, its surface glimmering like spilled pearls. The narrow lanes of Banaras bustled as usual — noise, chaos, scent of incense and burnt oil mingling in the warm air.

Eshaan walked alone, dressed down in a simple white kurta, jeans, a cap pulled low. No security. No entourage. Just him.

little writer

( can't found an image similar to the outfit I imaged so decribed it)

Because tonight wasn't about business.

It was about her.

Pranavi Sikarwar

the girl he had watched silently for months. Not in a creepy way— more like... fate had dragged him into her story.

the soft- hearted Banarasi girl who worked 2 jobs, smiled through pain, bent herself backwards to please a family that did nothing but..

but, BREAK HER

note : 📲 means texting

Eshaan Rajawat (Ml)

📲 She's at the flower shop, right?!

unknown

* take him as a fixer for now

unknown

📲 yes sir. Same shift as usual. Dadi and aunty not around today.

Eshaan Rajawat (Ml)

📲 good. Stay out of sight. No interaction.

He stood across the narrow street, watching her gently arrange marigolds into garlands, tucking stray strands of hair behind her ear.

Her eyes looked tired. Her wrists had faint bruises.

Eshaan Rajawat (Ml)

* jaw clenched *

Eshaan Rajawat (Ml)

📲 ( to siddharth) Make sure her bank account gets that anonymous transfer tonight.

Siddharth Kumar( Ml assistant)

📲 Done, sir. ₹ 50,000 added. labeled: Temple Grant Donation.

Pranavi didn’t know him. Not yet. She didn’t know the invisible shield he’d wrapped around her world, fixing leaks before she drowned, silencing predators before they struck.

He didn't plan to interfere directly.

Until fate— and a greedy grandmother — changed everything.

Delhi

Somewhere