1 THE NIGHT WHERE THE KING FELL

The night was too quiet.

Not the peaceful kind… the kind that makes your skin crawl.

Rain lashed against the glass walls of the penthouse, lightning slicing through the sky as if the heavens themselves were at war. Inside, men stood in silence—armed, alert, waiting.

Because tonight… something was wrong.

Very wrong.

Vihaan Rathore never walked into a trap.

He *created* them.

And yet—here he was.

Standing in the middle of an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city, his dark eyes scanning every corner, every shadow. The air smelled of rust, gunpowder… and betrayal.

His voice was calm. Too calm.

“Kitne aadmi hain?”

One of his men stepped forward nervously.

“Sir… lagbhag bees. Par kuch ajeeb lag raha hai—”

A gunshot cut through the air.

Then another.

And another.

Chaos exploded.

Bullets tore through metal. Glass shattered. Men screamed.

“Cover lo!” someone shouted.

But Vihaan didn’t move immediately.

His jaw tightened. Eyes darkened.

*So it finally happened.*

**Betrayal.**

Within seconds, his men were dropping one by one.

This wasn’t just an ambush.

This was planned.

Perfectly.

Vihaan stepped forward, unfazed, pulling the trigger with deadly precision. One bullet. One man down.

Again.

And again.

He didn’t miss.

He never did.

Lightning flashed.

For a brief second, he saw a figure standing far across the warehouse… watching.

Not shooting.

Just watching.

And that’s when Vihaan understood.

This wasn’t just an attack.

This was a message.

A bullet grazed his arm.

Another hit his side.

Warm blood seeped through his shirt—but he didn’t react.

Pain was irrelevant.

What mattered was this—

**Who dared?**

His voice cut through the chaos, cold and lethal:

“Samne aa.”

Silence.

Then… slow clapping echoed in the distance.

A man stepped forward from the shadows.

Face partially hidden. Smile visible.

Familiar.

Too familiar.

Vihaan’s eyes narrowed.

For the first time that night… something flickered in them.

Not fear.

Recognition.

“Tum…” his voice dropped, dangerous.

The man tilted his head, almost amused.

“Surprised ho, Vihaan?”

Another gunshot.

This time—point blank.

Vihaan staggered back slightly, blood spilling faster now.

But he didn’t fall.

He refused to.

Around him, his empire burned in bullets and screams.

And in that moment… standing on the edge of death—

His mind didn’t go to power.

Or revenge.

Or even survival.

It went to her.

A pair of eyes.

Filled with defiance.

Hate.

Fire.

**Ishira.**

A bitter smirk touched his lips despite the blood.

“Tumhe todna abhi baaki tha…” he muttered under his breath.

Another bullet.

This time—straight to his chest.

Everything slowed.

The noise faded.

The world blurred.

As he fell to his knees, rainwater mixing with blood beneath him, one last thought crossed his mind—

Not regret.

Not guilt.

**Possession.**

*She’s mine.*

Darkness closed in.

By morning—

The news spread like wildfire.

**“Vihaan Rathore is dead.”**

The king had fallen.

The empire was vulnerable.

And the underworld… was ready to tear itself apart.

But what the world didn’t know—

What no one knew—

Was that death…

was just the beginning.

*Somewhere far away, destiny had already chosen its next ruler.*

And she had no idea—

That her war…

was about to begin.

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