Amidst of a busy city like Kesarabad , stood a well build majestic mansion filled with expensive luxury interior. Not only the mansion's appearance was majestic but also the man living there .

The man named Revansh Singh Rathore who possessed facial features like no less than a Greek God . The man who's charm was too exalted to resist.

The man who's aura speaks volume no less than a lion . who's tongue sharp no less than a vile snake. who's vile no less than a hyena. The man who's next on throne to the most notorious mafia family of Rajasthan , India .

The majestic, dangerous Rathore Family. A family who bow at no one . A family who ruled and destroyed a lot of rich influential families. Even some other mafia family too made calculative move around them.

Being the first born of the current head of the family or should we phrase , the current rular of the city , Revansh too didn't bow at anyone since his teenage. except,

Except his father, Rituraj Singh Rathore , the rular .

It's true , Revansh didn't bow at his father out of respect. No . he didn't bow at his Dad . he bow at the man who's currently at top . he bow at the power , his father possessed.

The power , the position, he himself wanted to concord . Not only because it was his birthright , but also because he had shed his blood sweat and tears to make himself the merciless devil he's now .

The Devil who deserved the throne. The devil who the throne deserved .

So the throne lured him and the throne became his desire.

𝐷𝐸𝑉𝐼𝐿'𝑆 𝐷𝐸𝑆𝐼𝑅𝐸.

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The gym was silent except for the rhythmic thud of fists against the heavy bag. Revansh's silhouette cut a formidable figure against the dim lights, each punch thrown with more force than the last.

His knuckles were wrapped tightly, the white tape stained with the dedication of his rage.

Sweat dripped down on his well build physique. His brow were knitted togather in an angry frown as he remembered his father's words, the ultimatum that echoed in his mind like a relentless gong.

"You can only claim your birthright, only sit upon the throne of our empire, if you take a wife and produce an heir."

The words were a cage, a constraint on his freedom, and with every punch, That man in his early 30s fought against the invisible chains that bound him. his father's words ringing in his head.

"An heir secures the throne, as darkness defines the light."

Revansh wanted to do nothing but scoff after hearing those words of his father.

Revansh in thoughts : Bullshit ! That greedy old man was nothing but bullshitting in order to stay as a king for more time.

The heavy bag swung wildly under the assault, the sound of impact reverberating through the empty space. With a final, powerful strike, the bag gave way, the chains snapping as it crashed to the ground.

" Kabhi kabhi Ji karta hae us admi k samne hamari banduk tan de . Lekin bafadar kutte jo pal rakhehae usne . Santi se raj nahi karne denge wo log hame . "

Revansh in thoughts : sometimes I think it's best to raise my gun at him but again . That man had truly made a aura for himself. His people won't let me be their rular in peace .

The raven haired man stood there, chest heaving, sweat dripping from his wet hairs , hands trembling not from exhaustion but from the fury that consumed him. He would not be dictated by archaic traditions. He would carve his own path,

Revansh : Bloody old hag , power-hungry basterd!

he knows very well I'm the well deserved candidate to sit on the throne now .

Revansh : But he , being the power hungry he is . Making excuses to not give me my throne ! Ahrhh!

The gym echoed with the sound of Revansh's frustration, each punch a declaration of his refusal to be bound by the archaic demands of marriage.

A little away from him stood his bodyguard as well as his trusted PA, Yash Sehgal . The man in his mid 30s was like a shadow to the merciless mafia . Always walking with him .

Yash watched silently, his presence a steady calm in the storm of Revansh's rage.

After a moment, Yash stepped forward, his voice even.

Yash : I get it, you're not one to be tied down, and I agree,

he said, his gaze meeting Revansh's in the mirror's reflection.

Revansh's hands stilled, and he turned to face Yoongi, a glint of curiosity in his eyes. he prompted.

Revansh : go on!

Yash crossed his arms, a strategic gleam in his eye.

Yash : Find someone who understands the situation, someone who needs the protection your name offers as much as you need an heir.

Yash : Make it a business deal, nothing more. That way, you fulfill the old man's conditions without caging your spirit.

he carefully crafted his words.

A slow smile spread across Revansh's face, the gears in his mind turning.

Revansh : A business deal, huh? No strings attached, no expectations of love or fidelity. Just two signatures on a contract and a mutual benefit.

Yash nodded .

Yash : Exactly, It's not about finding the perfect wife. It's about finding the perfect partner for the game you're playing. Someone who won't expect the fairy tale because they're too busy writing their own story.

Revansh chuckled, the tension easing from his shoulders.

Revansh : Yash , you're a genius. Let's find this partner of mine. A queen who would bear all symbols of a powerful noble .

Revansh : but in reality, would be nothing but a mere ladder on my way towards my throne . She wouldn't be cherished after I reach my goal. instead she would be thrown away like the mere dirt she was.

A sinister smile appeared on Revansh's face as he thought about this matter. Yash too was relieved seeing his boss , finding solutions for his problems.

As Revansh felt his rage dieing down. He took off his gloves , ready to leave the gym room . That time Yash told

Yash : Boss, tonight, there's a party you need to attend

Revansh : I remember it . I'll go there after taking a shower. Also . You drive me there. I don't want any other peasant to disturb me.

Yash nodded his head and Revansh went towards his luxurious master bedroom . Yash went to his respective room too.

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