MasukThe 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.
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
The legendary King of Dalal Street was officially, completely reduced entirely to a heavily diseased, actively bleeding ghost, violently waiting for the absolute, inescapable silence of permanent, undisputed death to completely swallow him entirely whole.The freezing, pitch-black darkness of the underground cellar actively consumed his rapidly fading consciousness. Every single microscopic beat of his severely exhausted, highly starved heart violently pumped the massive, highly toxic bacteria further into his actively failing bloodstream. The catastrophic, white-hot agony radiating completely from his entirely mangled, heavily crushed right hand was slowly, terrifyingly morphing into a deeply lethal, freezing numbness. The absolute, undeniable biological shutdown had aggressively commenced.He lay completely paralyzed entirely on the freezing, sharp dirt, his heavily blistered, actively bleeding lips violently pressed completely against the thick, heavily rusted iron bars of the mass
"Your mother's fragile ventilator will completely, violently stop exactly ten minutes after your final, muzzled breath."The blinding, high-powered flashlight violently clicked entirely off, aggressively plunging the freezing, heavily soundproofed cellar completely back into absolute, suffocating pitch-black darkness. Kiara Rathore elegantly turned her breathtaking, pure white silk back completely on his violently convulsing, actively bleeding form. The rhythmic, highly confident click of her expensive designer heels gracefully ascended the steep, jagged concrete stairs. The heavy metal door violently slammed completely shut, aggressively locking him entirely inside his permanent, freezing tomb. He was completely, irreversibly abandoned to actively rot entirely in the putrid, foul-smelling mud.The terrifying, absolute weight of her final, lethal decree aggressively crushed his entirely shattered soul completely into permanent dust. Forty-eight hours. Two microscopic, agonizing days u
As Aryan was violently dragged entirely backward across the pristine marble, leaving a thick, horrific streak of hot blood, the legendary Aryan Singhania was absolutely nothing but a severely broken, muzzled ghost actively haunting the glorious ashes of his violently stolen kingdom.Rohan’s massive, brutal hands aggressively tightened completely around the thick iron chain violently securing Aryan’s deeply burnt, raw right ankle. With a completely ruthless, aggressive heave, Rohan violently hauled the actively bleeding, violently shivering billionaire completely out of the incredibly warm light and entirely into the freezing, highly sterile corridors of the pristine estate.The violent journey completely back to the terrifying, pitch-black underground cellar was an entirely new, agonizing level of absolute physical torture. Aryan’s completely shattered left arm, aggressively encased in the heavy, stiff fiberglass cast, violently slammed completely against the pristine walls. The massi
"The King is permanently dead. And the absolute era of my entirely undisputed empire has violently begun."The heavy, terrifying finality of her incredibly smooth voice violently hung completely in the blinding, incredibly warm light of the pristine grand dining hall. The twelve highly powerful executive board members sat completely frozen in pure, unadulterated horror, their highly dilated eyes aggressively fixed entirely on the violently shivering, half-naked, entirely mangled biological shell aggressively kneeling in the dirt beside Kiara’s flawless designer stilettos. Aryan’s wildly erratically beating heart violently hammered completely against his freshly snapped, heavily bruised ribs. The massive, industrial-grade iron muzzle aggressively encased his completely shredded, actively bleeding lower face, violently trapping his catastrophic, raw panic entirely behind the thick, heavily rusted metal bars."Do not actively let my permanent, heavily diseased footstool actively ruin you
Silent, completely broken, and entirely mine.The heavy, terrifying echo of Kiara’s flawlessly smooth voice violently hung in the freezing, heavily soundproofed air of the underground cellar long after the heavy metal door violently slammed completely shut. Aryan lay completely paralyzed on the freezing concrete, his entirely shredded, actively bleeding face heavily pressed against the filthy dirt. The massive, industrial-grade iron muzzle violently encased his completely mangled lower face, the thick, heavily rusted metal bars aggressively digging entirely into his deep, horrific facial gashes.He couldn't even manage a pathetic, rattling sob. The thick, dark leather straps were violently buckled so aggressively tight around his heavily bruised skull that the raw, white-hot agony actively blinded his completely exhausted brain. Every single microscopic attempt to violently open his actively bleeding, heavily blistered lips resulted in a catastrophic, lethal shockwave of pure hellfire
He didn't move. He just stood there, entirely hollowed out, violently shivering in the morning wind, while the entire corporate world he used to rule openly laughed at his absolute destruction.The harsh, barking laughter of the heavily armed corporate security guards echoed violently against the t
Aryan squeezed his bruised, tearing eyes completely shut, burying his bloody, trembling hands deep into the freezing mud, silently begging for a death that simply would not come.The loud, synthetic click of Vikram’s smartphone camera aggressively echoed in the freezing morning air, a digital execu
He shut his eyes to block out their loud whispers, but the psychological torture was absolutely deafening.The estate gardeners and junior maids explicitly avoided making any direct eye contact with him, but their harsh, judgmental voices easily carried over the freezing morning wind. Is that reall
He was four point five crores in debt. He was physically chained to a rusted pipe. He had exactly one functioning hand. And tomorrow, his real hell was finally going to begin.The suffocating darkness of the basement offered no mercy. Aryan did not sleep. He couldn't. Every single time he closed hi







