FAZER LOGINIt was time to return the favor.The stainless steel doors of the private elevator slid open with a whisper-quiet chime that felt deafening in the dead silence of the medical bay. Aryan stepped inside. The plush, cream-colored carpet instantly absorbed the dark, wet smears of blood seeping from the soles of his bare, blistered feet. The doors hissed shut, sealing him inside a brightly lit, mirrored box that began its rapid, silent ascent to the penthouse suite.For the first time since Kiara’s hostile takeover, Aryan was forced to look at his own reflection.He stared at the mirror, barely recognizing the phantom staring back. The man in the glass wasn’t the immaculate billionaire who used to grace the covers of Forbes. His face was a horrific canvas of raw, shredded flesh, the deep lacerations from the rusted thorns still weeping thick, dark blood down his bruised neck. His cheekbones were hollowed out by severe starvation, his eyes sunken into bruised, purple sockets. The heavy over
Aryan slumped into the ergonomic leather chair behind the doctor’s desk, leaving a smear of dark blood across the pristine white fabric. He dropped the suppressed pistol onto the glass surface and dragged the keyboard closer. His breathing was a harsh, ragged rasp in the quiet room, but his eyes were locked onto the glowing monitor with a terrifying, predatory stillness.The terminal was heavily encrypted, protected by Kiara’s state-of-the-art cybersecurity grid. A normal man would have needed a dedicated team and days of brute-force hacking to breach it. But Aryan Singhania didn't build a two-point-five-billion-dollar shadow empire by relying on other people's software. He knew the architecture of these elite corporate firewalls because he had personally designed half the protocols they were based on.Typing was an excruciating ordeal. He used the hard edge of his fiberglass cast to strike the larger keys, while his tightly taped, shattered right index finger hunted for the rest. Eve
And he was actively bringing absolute, inescapable hell completely with him.Aryan stood over Rohan’s unconscious body, his chest heaving as he stared at the heavy iron doors at the top of the stairs. The harsh glare of the corridor lights spilled into the basement, casting long, twisted shadows against the damp concrete. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, he wasn’t a chained dog waiting for the next kick. He was a predator off his leash.He knelt beside the massive guard, fighting a wave of dizziness that threatened to send him crashing back into the filth. His right hand—swollen, mangled, and radiating a dull, throbbing heat from the infection—was useless for anything delicate. Using his cast-covered left arm and his teeth, he managed to unfasten Rohan’s heavy tactical belt. A compact, suppressed nine-millimeter pistol clattered to the floor. Aryan scooped it up, his shredded fingers trembling as they wrapped around the cold polymer grip. It felt heavy, awkwardly bala
The absolute, undeniable era of Kiara Rathore’s undisputed corporate supremacy had officially, violently begun to completely, irreversibly crack.Rohan aggressively thrashed entirely on the freezing, putrid concrete, his massive, heavy hands violently clutching his completely shattered left kneecap. The catastrophic, white-hot agony violently radiating completely from his severely crushed bone entirely blinded his highly arrogant, brutal mind. He violently gasped, a raw, blood-curdling scream of pure, absolute unadulterated torture violently ripping completely through his heavy, restricted windpipe. He actively, desperately tried to aggressively crawl completely backward into the highly sterile, blindingly bright corridor, actively slipping entirely on the raw, freezing sewage sludge violently pooling completely across the sharp dirt.Aryan didn't explicitly hesitate for a single, microscopic second. The highly potent, raw adrenaline of absolute, primal survival aggressively flooded h
He was actively preparing to completely burn her empire entirely to the absolute ground.The putrid, freezing sewage water aggressively fueled his severely starved, highly toxic bloodstream, violently sparking a terrifying, primal clarity entirely within his highly exhausted brain. He was no longer the arrogant, pristine King of Dalal Street. That naive, vulnerable corporate billionaire had violently, permanently died the exact, microscopic second his raw, actively bleeding teeth aggressively tore the thick root completely out of the freezing dirt. He was now absolutely something entirely different. A completely feral, violently broken beast forged entirely in Kiara Rathore’s absolute, inescapable hellfire.The excruciating, completely silent darkness violently stretched entirely across the freezing cellar. He aggressively used the terrifying, pitch-black void to actively plot his absolute, microscopic next move. His completely shattered left arm, aggressively encased in the heavy, st
The absolute, terrifying resurrection of the King had violently begun.He aggressively raised his completely shattered left arm, aggressively encased entirely in the heavy, stiff fiberglass cast. With a completely ruthless, terrifyingly brute force, he violently slammed the heavy, solid fiberglass directly against the thick, rusted iron buckle violently securing the heavy leather straps at the absolute back of his heavily bruised skull.The raw, white-hot agony violently radiating completely from his severely fractured left arm was entirely blinding. Every single microscopic, aggressive strike violently sent catastrophic shockwaves of pure hellfire entirely through his severely restricted spine. The freshly snapped ribs violently ground completely together with a sickening crunch, actively threatening to completely puncture his severely starved lungs. But the highly potent adrenaline of absolute survival aggressively bypassed the deeply lethal bacterial infection violently raging thro
"If he absolutely refuses to use his bloody hands, Rohan, he can simply use his tongue. Push his pathetic face directly into the filthy bowl."The sheer, unadulterated horror of her command didn't even have a microscopic second to fully register in his exhausted, dying brain before Rohan’s massive
"Rohan. Drag this filthy creature to the old hunting dog kennels behind the east wing. Chain him directly to the rusted iron fence. If he wants to act like a bleeding, stray animal, he can sleep entirely outside in the freezing mud with the rest of the dogs tonight."The absolute, terrifying cruelt
Kiara stood by the cold metal gate of the Singhania mansion. The night wind was blowing hard. It made her hair fly around her face. She didn't feel cold. She only felt free. For three long years, this huge house was her cage. She was a bird with clipped wings. Now, the door was finally open.Ten mi
The clock on the living room wall ticked loudly. It was 11:30 PM.Kiara sat alone at the long dining table. The large crystal chandelier above her was turned off. Only a small side lamp gave some light in the huge, empty house. The food on the table was completely cold now. Her favorite chicken cur







