Devil Bargain Deal

Lightning ripped through the sky like claws tearing flesh. Thunder exploded, savage and merciless, as rain crashed down upon the land—violent, relentless, unforgiving. The storm was not just in the sky; it mirrored the darkness brewing inside the walls of a secluded farmhouse, far from civilization, far from mercy.

On the balcony of the grand farmhouse stood a man—motionless.

Ridhansh Singh Rathod.

Twenty-five. Maybe twenty-six.

A man born into power and raised by brutality.

Lightning flashed, illuminating his face for a brief second. His eyes were dark—empty yet burning with a predator’s hunger. Not anger. Not madness. Calculation. The kind that decides who lives and who doesn’t.

The door behind him opened.

Soft footsteps trembled across the marble floor.

Gagan.

Twenty-one years old.

Draped in a red bridal lehenga, soaked through, clinging to her body like a cruel reminder of a wedding that would never happen. Her teeth chattered—not just from cold, but from terror. Her eyes were swollen, her face stained with tears. Whatever innocence she had carried into this night had already been stripped away.

She stared at the man’s back and spoke, her voice breaking.

“Who… who are you? What do you want from me? Why are you doing this? What crime have I committed? Why bring me here like a criminal? And that poison—how do you know about it?”

Ridhansh smiled.

Not a warm smile.

A victorious one.

He turned slowly.

Maroon three-piece suit. Immaculate. Untouched by the storm outside. A Rolex rested on his wrist—not for time, but for dominance. A diamond bracelet flashed like a weapon. Everything about him screamed authority.

His gaze sliced through her.

He walked toward her, unhurried, like a lion approaching wounded prey.

“Well done,” he said coldly. “You made it before your lover’s corpse did.”

Her breath hitched.

“The poison killing Kriyansh,” he continued, circling her, “has only one cure left in this world.”

He stopped in front of her.

“My lab.”

A pause.

“And the other source?” His lips curved. “Burned. Reduced to ash.”

Gagan trembled.

Ridhansh lifted his hand, tracing the faint bruise on her cheek.

Someone had hit her.

Her body stiffened. She shoved his hand away.

“Don’t touch me. You have no right.”

The air shifted.

In a blink, Ridhansh grabbed her wrist and twisted it behind her back with merciless force.

“You forget where you stand,” he said quietly. “People begging for lives don’t give warnings.”

Pain shot through her arm.

“I’ll scream—”

He laughed.

“Scream all you want. This land belongs to me. The walls answer to me. Even the dead here stay silent unless I allow them to speak.”

He released her violently.

“I don’t touch what isn’t mine,” he added coldly. “Not yet.”

He sat down, crossing his legs, watching her like a judge watching a criminal.

“I’ll save him,” he said simply.

In exchange, you’ll create life for me.”

Her confusion lasted only a second.

“A child,” he clarified. “Mine.”

The word shattered her.

She lunged forward, grabbing his collar.

“You’re sick! You think money gives you ownership over human beings? Over love? I’d rather die than—”

The room went deadly still.

Ridhansh stood.

His hand slammed against her jaw, forcing her head up.

“If you touch me again,” he said in a low, lethal voice, “you’ll pray for death to come faster than I allow it.”

He shoved her away and turned toward the wall.

Pressing a button on the wall, the entire panel transformed into a live video feed.

An ICU.

Kriyansh lay unconscious on the bed. His face had turned blue. Machines surrounded him. The heart monitor showed a dangerously weak rhythm.

A doctor shook his head helplessly.

“Everyone has a price,” Ridhansh said coldly.

“Yours is your love.”

He shrugged.

“I can save him… or I can let him die screaming in pain. The choice is yours.”

“This isn’t a choice!” Gagan cried. “It’s blackmail! You’re a monster!”

“A monster,” Ridhansh said calmly,

“is the one who lets someone die despite having the power to save them.”

Suddenly—

BEEP—BEEP—

The ECG machine screamed sharply.

Gagan covered her mouth, choking back a scream.

“He doesn’t have much time,” Ridhansh whispered dangerously.

“Maybe an hour. Maybe two. After that, even the antidote won’t work.”

Tears streamed down Gagan’s face.

“You have no right…” she whispered weakly.

“I buy rights,” Ridhansh replied arrogantly.

“In this world, power wins. And today—I hold all the cards.”

He stepped close again.

“One year,” he said softly.

“You’ll stay with me for one year. On my terms. If you give me an heir within that time, you’re free. Both of you can disappear.”

“And if I don’t?” she asked hollowly.

He lifted her chin gently.

“Then the deal changes. But ‘no’ is not an option.”

His voice turned lethal.

“Say no—and he dies.”

Gagan shut her eyes.

Her world shattered.

Kriyansh’s smiling face appeared before her. Tears slipped silently.

A faint moan echoed from the screen.

Her eyes flew open.

“I accept,” she whispered brokenly.

“Please… save him.”

The room spun.

Gagan collapsed.

Ridhansh caught her instantly, lifting her into his arms. A victorious smile curved his lips.

Outside, the rain had stopped. The garden gleamed quietly.

He brushed her wet hair from her forehead.

“Welcome, baby doll,” he murmured.

“Welcome to my world.”

Behind him—

BEEEEEEEEEP.

The monitor went flat.

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