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The Beggar King
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2026-03-20 15:43:36The Grand Royal Hotel was shining with lights. It was the biggest business party of the year. Every rich person in the city was there. They were all talking about one thing: the new Rathore Heiress.
Aryan stood outside the huge glass doors. He felt sick. His bank accounts were still blocked. His company workers were leaving because he couldn't pay them. He had to use an old friend's VIP pass just to get inside this party. He needed to find the Rathore Boss. He needed to beg for his company.
He walked into the massive hall. People were drinking champagne and laughing. But nobody looked at him. Yesterday, he was the king of the city. Today, he was a nobody.
Suddenly, the music stopped. The lights went dim.
A man with a deep voice spoke into the microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the head of the Rathore Empire... Ms. Kiara Rathore!"
Aryan's heart stopped. He looked at the top of the grand stairs.
Kiara walked down slowly. She was not wearing her regular, simple cotton dress. She wore a stunning, dark blue designer gown. It looked like it cost a million dollars. Diamonds shined perfectly on her neck. Her hair was open and fell beautifully on her shoulders. She looked powerful. She looked dangerous.
Every man in the room stopped breathing. Every woman looked jealous.
Aryan felt a sharp pain in his chest. Was this really his wife? The woman who cooked his dinner and waited for him every night? He felt completely stupid.
Kiara reached the bottom of the stairs. Rich businessmen immediately ran to her. They bowed and smiled. They wanted to shake her hand. She smiled back, but it was a cold, business smile.
Aryan couldn't control himself anymore. He pushed through the crowd. "Move!" he shouted. "Get out of my way!"
He stopped right in front of Kiara. The crowd went totally silent. People whispered to each other. They knew Aryan Singhania. They knew his company was failing today.
"Kiara," Aryan said. His voice was shaking. "We need to talk. Right now."
Kiara looked at him. Her eyes were blank. She didn't look angry. She just looked at him like he was a piece of trash on her expensive shoe.
"I don't talk to strangers," Kiara said softly. But her voice was cold enough to freeze water.
Aryan felt his face get hot. "Stranger? I am your husband! You lived in my house for three years!"
The crowd gasped. The rich people started whispering louder. The new Heiress was married to him?
Kiara took a sip of her champagne. She didn't look nervous at all. "You are wrong, Mr. Singhania. You made me sign the divorce papers yesterday. You threw me out of your house for your ex-girlfriend. Remember?"
Aryan opened his mouth, but no words came out. Everyone was staring at him now. They were judging him. He threw away the richest woman in the country for another girl? What an idiot.
"Kiara, please," Aryan whispered. He dropped his angry act. He looked desperate. "My company is dying. My accounts are frozen. I can't even buy a cup of coffee. Please, stop this game. I am sorry. Come back home."
Kiara laughed. It was a beautiful laugh, but it had zero warmth.
"Come back home?" she asked. "To clean your floors? To wait for you while you sleep with Rhea? You are very funny, Aryan."
She took a step closer to him. She looked straight into his dark eyes.
"You gave me a million dollars in the divorce settlement yesterday," Kiara whispered, so only he could hear. "Keep it. Buy a small house. Because by next week, the Singhania Group will belong to me. And you will have nothing."
Kiara turned around. She waved her hand. Two huge security guards quickly walked up to Aryan.
"Throw this beggar out of my party," Kiara ordered loudly. "He is ruining my mood."
Aryan tried to grab her hand, but the guards caught his arms tightly. "Kiara! You can't do this! I am Aryan Singhania! Kiara!"
He screamed her name as the guards dragged him backward. He kicked and fought, but they were too strong. They threw him out of the hotel doors and into the cold rain.
Aryan hit the wet road. He looked up at the bright lights of the party inside. He finally understood the truth. His perfect life was over, and it was all his own fault.
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