In the vibrant city of Jaipur, a secret deal was struck between two worlds. Abhimaan Deep Shekhawat, the enigmatic King of Rajasthan, controlled the political and criminal underworld with an iron fist. His power was unmatched, his influence unparall...
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As I entered the dimly lit room, the tension was palpable. Rajveer was tied to a chair, his hands bound behind his back, his face contorted in a blend of fear and defiance. Blood smeared his body, and his skin bore the marks of my brutal punishment.
Mayura followed me in, her footsteps measured and deliberate. I glanced at her, half-expecting her to recoil in horror, but she did the opposite. She walked straight toward Rajveer, her eyes locked onto his face with a chilling calmness. Her expression was resolute, her eyes reflecting a deep, simmering anger that seemed almost out of place in the face of such cruelty.
She stopped directly in front of him, her gaze unwavering. Her voice, when she spoke, was cold and detached, devoid of any sign of the fear I might have anticipated. "Rajveer, you have caused me a lot of pain. You messed with the wrong girl. And now, it’s time for you to pay the price."
Rajveer's eyes widened, his terror growing as he struggled against his restraints. He groaned and pleaded, but Mayura remained unmoved, a picture of control and focus. It was clear she had no intention of showing any sympathy.
I watched her closely, my gaze flickering between her and Rajveer. As I proceeded with the interrogation, using various tools to inflict controlled pain, I kept an eye on Mayura. I expected to see some reaction—fear, disgust, perhaps—but she was inscrutable. Her face remained impassive, her eyes following the scene with a detached, almost clinical interest. A faint smile played at her lips, one that seemed to indicate a sense of satisfaction rather than repulsion.
Even my men were taken aback. They were accustomed to brutality, but seeing Mayura’s reaction—the way she observed with such cold detachment—added a new layer of intensity to the situation. They exchanged glances of shock and disbelief, murmuring among themselves.
As I administered the final touches of punishment, making sure Rajveer understood the depth of his suffering, Mayura’s gaze never wavered. She watched him writhe and scream with an eerie calmness, her expression one of grim satisfaction. It was a powerful, almost surreal moment, reflecting a side of her I had only glimpsed in fragments.
With the interrogation complete, I led Mayura out of the room, my mind racing with questions about her true nature. The evening air was cool against my skin . I glanced at her, curiosity piqued. "Who are you, Mayura?" I asked, my voice low and inquisitive.
Mayura turned to me with a small, enigmatic smile. "There’s a side of me that no one knows about, Abhimaan," she said softly, her voice carrying a hint of hidden depths.
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What do you mean?"
Her eyes gleamed in the fading light. "I mean that I’m not just the innocent, shy girl you thought I was " she explained, her voice dripping with quiet confidence. "I have a darker side. Every girl had theirs ."
I was fascinated, my gaze fixed on her. "Go on," I urged, eager to understand more.
Mayura’s smile widened, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You’ll get to know my ruthless side too, Abhimaan I meant what do you expect froma readers who loves dark romance books ?," she said, her voice husky with satisfaction. "And today, I finally got the satisfaction I’ve been craving."
