𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒
Can be read as a standalone.
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In a quaint country where promises were etched in stone, a man named Arhan sought revenge for a past slight. He feigned love for Ananya, a woman whose heart was...
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ARHAN
"Boss your car is ready" Lucius said before fading in the background. I looked at myself in the mirror dressed as the gentleman I can ever be.
Which I am not.
Advik Malhotra I will make you taste your own blood that you will forget your own name and the identity you so care about.
You will be killed by me and ONLY ME.
But I am not going to do that easily. I will torment you little by little until you yourself tell me to just kill you.
You will face the worst death this mankind will ever witness,Infront of the entire world and not a single soul would dare to come and save you.
I PROMISE.
I looked at the wall and saw my perfect happy family in that frame.
"Dad your son will succeed" I said gazing at the face of my father on that frame.I tear my gaze away from it and picked up my phone before getting out of the room.
The grand entrance loomed ahead—a portal to my empire, my legacy. The castle, no mere mansion, stood atop the hill, its turrets piercing the sky.
I built it—brick by brick, room by room—my empire forged from ambition and ruthlessness.
The world will know me as Arhan Malik, the elusive billionaire, but they won't know the truth—the darkness that fueled my every move.
As I walked toward the entrance, the air thickened. Guards flanked me, their eyes vigilant, their loyalty unwavering. They knew their place—protectors of secrets, sentinels of vengeance.
The cars stood by—sleek, black, engines purring. Lucius, my most trusted, held the door—a silent acknowledgment of my power.
I slid into the backseat, the leather cool against my skin. The engine roared to life, and the convoy followed—each car a shadow, each driver a pawn.
Revenge—it pulsed through my veins, a dangerous thought. Twelve years ago, Malhotra had shattered my family, my innocence. Now, I'd dismantle his empire, piece by bloody piece.
The car glided forward, the castle receding in the rearview mirror. The world awaited—the unveiling of Arhan Malik. But it wasn't me they'd see. It was the mask—the cold demeanor, the calculated aura.
I manipulated Ananya, ensnared her heart, all for this moment. She'd played her part unwittingly, and now, as the castle vanished from sight, I reveled in the anticipation.
