KING ✅

7

He would come for her. He had to. That was why she had asked for five months. She knew Rocky would fight his way through KGF. She just needed to hold on until then.

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Rocky's POV

The plan was in place. I sat astride my bike, waiting for Andrews to arrive. My grip on the handlebars tightened as my thoughts drifted to her. Sona, I hope you’re safe. If anything happens to you, I swear I will kill every last person in KGF.

Moments later, Andrews arrived, carrying a map. He unfolded it in front of me, his expression grim.

"Our contact will break the moment you enter," he warned. "This map contains only half the information. The rest—you’ll have to figure out yourself. When you’re ready, send me a signal, something grand. There is only one way into KGF. John will be transporting villagers in his trucks, forcing them into labor. You need to reach that truck, but be warned—the village is heavily guarded by trained killers. You’ll have to get past them, Rocky. Please, no matter what, save my daughter."

I gave him a firm nod and rode off toward the village, my determination unwavering.

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Author's POV

Rocky arrived at the village with a singular goal—eliminate every last one of John’s trained men. He moved like a shadow, striking with deadly precision, taking down the guards one by one. With the path cleared, he slipped inside one of the transport trucks, hiding among the terrified villagers.

As the truck rumbled forward, Rocky found himself lost in thought. His mind drifted back to Y/N—their first encounter at his hotel, how she had effortlessly completed his sentences, anticipated his words. The realization struck him like lightning. How did she always know what was going to happen next? He resolved that once this was over, he would demand answers.

Suddenly, the truck came to a halt. The doors creaked open, and the villagers were yanked out and forced to stand before the massive iron gates of KGF.

A commanding voice echoed through the air.

"I have brought 201 men and 15 women. A total of 216 new workers," John’s subordinate reported to Vanaram.

Vanaram nodded, his piercing gaze sweeping over the new arrivals. "This is the 21st batch this year. Get them to work."

As the gates swung open, the new captives were herded inside. One by one, their batch numbers were burned into their backs, marking them in the most excruciating manner.

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Inside Garuda’s Mansion

Garuda stood over the lifeless body of one of his own men, a bloodied blade in his hand. His expression remained cold as he wiped the blade clean and turned to his subordinates.

"No one harms my captives without my permission," he declared. "They are to be kept in working condition. Feed them."

From across the room, a voice scoffed. "On one side, you kill them without hesitation, and on the other, you show kindness."

Garuda turned his gaze toward his younger brother, who had just returned from London. He chuckled darkly. "Kindness? You’ve just arrived from London, brother. You’ll understand everything soon enough."

His brother frowned. "Who are these captives?"

"They came to kill Garuda," a pandit interjected. "They failed. Now, Garuda is keeping them alive because this year, for the Kali Ma Puja, no goats have been ordered."