Here is Rudra's aesthics, I will update it in Character aesthics's
Rudra's Aesthetics

Rudra Nayak
Age: 29
Height: 6 ft 1 inches
Colour of eyes: Hazel Browm
CEO of Nayak Industries by the day and A Indian mafia leader by night.Hey people missed me ?
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🔸🔸🔸🔸O re piya haaye, O re piya
O re piya haaye, O re piya
O re piya haaye, O re piya
Udne laga kyun mann baawla re
Aaya kahan se yeh hausla re
O re piya, O re piya haaye
(Sargam)
Tanabana tanabana bunti hawa haaye bunti hawa
Boondein bhi toh aaye nahi baaz yahan haaye
Saazish mein shamil sara jahaan hai
Har zarre zarre ki yeh iltija hai
O re piya
Nazrein bole duniya bole dil ki zubaan haaye dil ki zubaan
Ishq maange ishq chahe koi toofan haaye🔸🔸🔸🔸
Author POVIn the dark alley of the most dangerous alley, the sound of screams of a man was echoing in the whole building. The guards standing there shivered at the screams. They knew the man had done something to piss their boss off. The darky alley leads to a undergo prison, A prison which had witness a lot of suffering and crying.
The focus moves to a man, shirtless with a six packs app, Punching a bag with sweat dripping from his body. The sweat was highlighting the body of man. He was boxing with full anger and a cold face.
"Why is boss so angry?" One of the guards asked
"Yesterday there was a attempt to murder on Karan sir" The another one replied.
Yes that man was non other than Rudra Nayak. Rudra was here just after the lunch to see what the man was up to. Upon reaching here he decided to do boxing for a while and here he was boxing the life of the punching bag.
A man came running towards Rudra. On sensing the person entering the room, Rudra turned to see his most trusted man standing there.
Rudra slowly removing his gloves, nodded at the man giving him permission to speak.
"Boss, everything is ready."
Rudra nodded his head wiping the sweat from his body and wearing a plane white shirt. He was walking out the room when he called one of the guards.
"Dispose the body" He said walking away.
The guard looked confused where the body was, but his eyes locked at the punching bag. He saw blood dripping from the bag, he hurriedly pulled down the punching bag and opened it.
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