The room echoed with screams and cries as a man mercilessly tortured the prisoners. Fear gripped every man present, for it was none other than the King himself who had arrived to unleash his wrath.
Aviraaj's clothes were stained with blood, his hand moving ruthlessly across the traitor's body as if it were a blank canvas... usually averse to blood on his attire, today his anger knew no bounds, leaving him feeling hollow inside... aware that his father harbored no love or even liking for him, he had pushed him to the edge by arranging a marriage with the Singhanias' daughter.
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I fucking hate my father, how can he just set me up with anyone without asking me that too with the daughter of that money sucker Rajvir Singhania, she must be like her father, a freaking money leech. I am a fucking mafia king for god's sake but still, he dared to put up this type of stunt, I could have easily denied but even my mother asked me to marry that girl, whom I have never even seen before not even the heard the name... and I just couldn't deny as she never asks me anything other than my well being, just this one time I told myself.
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I just wrapped a deal when my father came into my office along with my mother and dropped this bomb on me that tomorrow is my engagement... I was beyond furious but contained my anger and calmly asked them why are they doing this... and they were like we just want you to settle in your life with a girl... I'm just 26 for fuck's sake, but no they were adamant and here I am torturing the life out of a traitor who dared to steal our consignments and sell them to my archnemesis, Ranawats.
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"Ahhhhh...."
The fucker screamed like a girl... I was already having a damn headache so I simply just cut his tongue and started to carve intricate designs while having a devilish smirk on my face like a psychopath. I was just loving the screams but my pleasure was short-lived as he died in the middle while I was pouring whiskey on his cuts.
"Fucking Motherfucker" I yelled, while smashing the whiskey bottle on the floor, my men were scared by seeing my this side but no one dared to even flinch.
I ordered my men to gift these bodies to RANAWATS, so that they know who has the upper hand here. While I went to my office in the Warehouse and guess what I cant even live in peace as my good for nothing best friend is drinking wine without any care in the world, I wish I had that much peace in my life.
