No invitation. No alert. He just appeared on the balcony, leaning on a bamboo staff, wearing a faded kurta that smelled of rain and dust. Security drones hovered nervously, unable to identify him.
Aarav felt something unfamiliar twist in his chest. Jealousy. These nobodies had something he couldn’t buy. big cock need big ass
“What is this?” he asked, voice hoarse. No invitation
“The numbers are up, sir,” his assistant, Leena, chirped through the holographic interface embedded in his coffee table. “Entertainment division revenue grew 400% this quarter. The new AI-generated drama series, Eternal Samsara , has a 98% engagement rate.” leaning on a bamboo staff