Viraj was minding his business, and by business, he was trying to see how they could get back the money they loaned out. His father just loaned out money to a lot of people, many of them not having the means to pay it back.

A lot of their money is stuck at this level, because maybe even they know that they don't need to return this money since he took over. Finances of his mafia was a mess. He had to find ways to generate income easily and quickly. For a moment, he even considered investing in stock market with insider news. That could help turn their money white.

Ayush entered the room, looking angry, as he asked, "Why are we not getting our money back?"

Viraj took a deep cleansing breath, trying to not be angry. He looked up, giving his uncle a tight smile as he said, "Because, they know they took money from the mafia. If they could not return it, they really don't have the means to. Father made a mistake lending money to them. He should not have."

Ayush looked at Viraj, before he asked, "Are you really going to say that your father did not know how to be a good mafia leader? What even do you know? He handled all the areas you don't know how to handle now. You have to take help from your wife, because they are womanly matters. He handled those himself. He was not all cruel. He also helped some people, and he invested in films. It's why they make movies based on him in the Bollywood, and we can make our money white by buying the tickets. He started investing in the sports betting field like cricket after he recognized how strong cricket was becoming. You are nowhere near his greatness."

Viraj took a deep sigh, listening to all that. He could tell Ayush was passionate about this subject, mainly because he was the best friend and second in command. He knew what things were going on. However, he was not his father. How could he earn money by not harming anybody? He had no idea at all. 

He nodded his head, as he steeled himself. Maybe he did have to give in, even if he did not wish to. Yes, stock fraud could destroy families and their happiness, but everyone did it, not only in India but even in countries like the USA. Everyone was knee deep when it came to stock manipulation.

He sighed and said, "Don't worry, uncle. I will find a way out of this, I promise. However, no family should be harmed for not returning money. However, if there are families who think that they can lounge around and live luxuriously instead of giving the money back, I will try to find a fitting punishment for them too."

Now relieved, Ayush nodded his head and left the door, still a bit riled up on having to defend his dead best friend like that. He could not believe his own son would not see the contributions of his father towards the mafia. 

Viraj watched him leave, as he rubbed his head, trying to form plans. Well, he could send gambling addicts to rehabilitation. Then, he could forcefully sell stuff of the people who genuinely stole from them. That seemed to be the vast majority of these cases. They could handle this. It was better than killing people. He was sure though. He was not getting money back, especially if he was going to pay for rehabilitation of so many people. What had he gotten himself into?

He groaned, hating this life. Why did he have to be stuck with this thing? Why could he not be a normal man? He would love to take his wife on dates, she could still have her job. She did not deserve this. He wondered if he could pass on this job to Vijay. How would Vijay run this?

Well, he was the second in command. Viraj should probably try handing out responsibilities more. He decided he was going to do more of that. Maybe Vijay would come up with better solutions to get the money back, without killing people of course.

After the busy day of work, Viraj sighed and closed the folder he was looking into about the people who owed money to the mafia. Yeah, he was right. Vijay should be the one doing this. But then, what would he do? He got up, stretching, trying to relieve the tension in his body.

He wanted to do something fun to do that. Thankfully, he found that, with dance. It felt like the perfect workout after a long day of work, plus he got to spend time with his wife. He could not wait to take Mahamaya to the studio and continue learning how to dance with her. She seemed to enjoy it too, and he could tell, she looked forward to the time together too. He could see it with the way she would perk up whenever she saw him. Her cheeks would redden and she would look down, looking shy. In times like these, he wanted nothing more than to lean down and kiss her cheek. However, something was holding him back. He could not tell what, but something was.