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Raghuveer Chauhan

Darkness. The night. Some says it is sign of things that are inauspicious. The reign of Fear. The demons and monsters. Well it is truth. Because I am that monster. I Raghuveer Rajan Singh Chauhan, the Capo of Asian Mafia. The king of underworld himself is that monster. I am that heartless and cruel beast who kills in cold blood. I am the man who uses humans as tissues, no matter a male or a female.

As the cold stream of shower runs above my head, cooling my body and washing all the traits of blood from my body. The blood of my enemies which I murdered in cold blood torturing cruely. Some also labeled me as psychopath but that's who I am. As I wrap a towel around my lower body with my hair damp and wet droplets trailing down my torso, I glanced at full length mirror in my bathroom.

There stood the monster with the appearance of an angel. But oh well...now a days, people admire man saying devilishly handsome and not angelic handsome. Doesn't they? I chuckled. I was focused on a single water droplet that started dribbling from my wet black locks. It trailed down my forehead venturing in between my perfectly shaped black eyebrows. Further running down to my sharp roman nose, slightly crooked as that the result of times of it breaking in the deadly fights.

The treacherous sparkly water drop then proceed to land on my red bow shaped lips surrounded by high cheekbones sprinkled with stylish beard. It makes my face looks more rugged and intimidating then it is. Passing my neck through my adam apple, it grazed my torso which is shaved hairless. And finally disappearing on towel after treading pass my eight pack abs. Guns, murders, deals and shipments. Nothing personal, It's just buissness babe.

It's fairly midnight when I wore low sweat pants and crawled inside my king sized bed. Not even an hour in sleep I felt some movements near me and it made me alert. I stilled and turned on my side. And I felt like everything was frozen. I gently put my hand under my pillow and wrapped my palm around the majestically carved sword of my ancestors which I keep with me all the times.

And after some moments I felt the movements again. My palm on the handle tightened. Then when I heard slight swish like a sword unleashed from it's confines I smirked. And as soon as I heard a swish, I gracefully spranged out from my bed and countered the blow which was meant to kill me. In the darkness of night, with the help of moonlight I saw a figure clad in black with a sword against mine. By observing the fantastic curves, I concluded that the attacker is a female.

But never underestimat an opponent. The skills with which she managed to enter my bedroom despite of hundreds of guards and various security systems protecting my mansion displays her worthiness. Her gorgeous hazel eyes flicked all over me and lingered especially on my torso which made me amuse. It was really nice time to check me out I think she thought. I chuckled melodiously. And this seemed to take her out of the trance and with another flick of her wrist she attacked again.

I was master in fencing. And she was no less. I was defending and she was attacking. Her every flick and attack were truely graceful and perfect. Enough amount of force, enough power, egility, sleathness and terrific moves. It was like we were perfect. She knew my every move and I knew hers. Like we were performing choreographed piece. Her flips, splits and jumps were regal yet lethal. If I would not be a master fencer then I would have been dead meat by now. She was remarkable assasin.

And finally after nearly an hour, I decided it was enough for our fencing session and I opted for attack rather then defending that I was doing till now. Though she was good and skilled but I was experienced. I was three when I fought my first fencing battle and won. Agreed it was not that advance or on the top, but yet. And with each passing moment her attacks got sloppy against my experience. And I sensed her frustration from her moves. The biggest mistake in any fight is to get frustrated or angry and lose your focus.

And taking that as an advantage I flicked her sword out of her hand and trapped her in between the wall and myself with my sword on her neck. Her gorgeous hazel eyes were filled with rage instead of an ounce of fear. Lioness. My fierce Lioness. Mia Leonessa. And now I was intrested to see her face. As soon as she understood my motive she began to thrash in my arms. And to steady her, I pressed myself more towards her where she can smell my strong cinnamon musk and I her vanilla and lavender scent.

I clutched her arms with my free hand and neared my face to side of her face. Our heavy breaths and her loud beating heart beats can be heard. I secured my mouth against side of her face where her mask was tied and freed the knot gently letting the mask fall down between us. And her dark brown silky locks tumbled down her face. My breath got hitched seeing her wide hazel eyes, small button nose and soft full cherry lips. But when I realized who it was, my heart literally skipped a beat.

Aaradhya Anamika Oberoy

The beloved princess of the country.

Before I could say anything she narrowed her eyes and said "Excellent! You are the first one to know my identity. Raghuveer Rajan Singh Chauhan. And I will leave you alive on one condition." She voiced.

I was thoroughly amused. First her melodious voice and second she actually thought she was in position to make demands. But as I was mesmerised by my Leonessa, I smirked and nodded. "That would be?" I replied huskily.

"Sign a contract stating you will not be coming in between of royal matters and control your tyrant ways." She stated.

I simply chuckled. Oh baby. You don't know whom you messed with. You started the game and I will be the one who will be controlling it Mia leonessa...

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