Eyes locked on you,
A scorching fire in my heart,
Bound by raw, untamed desire.
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In Zayn's tormented psyche, Priya transcends mere mortal allure.
She is an obsession that drives him to the brink of madness, a puzzle he i...
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I, at 27, was the undisputed heir to a legacy that spanned centuries. The grand palace, a sprawling edifice of ancient stone and rich history, had been in my family for generations. Beyond the palace walls, my family wielded their influence over seven cities in Rajasthan with an iron grip.
We ran a prosperous company, but beneath this legitimate facade lay a network of darker dealings.
To the people of India, Rajveer Rana was a figure of both fascination and fear. My strikingly charming appearance-with strong features and hazel brown eyes that could disarm anyone with a glance-contrasted sharply with the whispered rumors of my ruthless underworld activities. Though never officially branded a criminal, the tales of my illicit deeds spread like wildfire.
My long-standing rivalry with Zayn, another notorious figure, was the stuff of legends. Our conflict was a fierce power struggle, reminiscent of warring mafias, each vying for control over northern India.
It was a sweltering night when I decided to visit a hidden brothel on the outskirts of Jaipur. As I approached, the usual bustle of the place came to a sudden halt. Conversations died mid-sentence, and all eyes turned towards me, recognizing the infamous heir. Women cast longing glances my way, but their eyes held a mixture of desire and fear.
"Move aside," I commanded, my voice low but laced with authority.
The crowd parted like the Red Sea, allowing me a clear path. I scanned the room, my eyes settling on a petite woman with dark hair and lusty eyes. She couldn't stop smirking and gawking at me, her frail frame shivering in excitement.
"You," I pointed at her. "Come with me."
The woman, barely able to contain her anticipation, led me to a dimly lit room at the back. As the door closed behind us, my demeanor shifted. The charming facade faded, revealing a darker, more sinister side.
"What's your name?" I asked, my voice colder now.
"Rani," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Rani," I repeated, tasting the name. "Do you know who I am?"
She nodded quickly, her eyes wide with fear. "Yes, sir. Everyone knows you."
"Good," I said, a cruel smile forming on my lips. "Then you know what I expect."
Rani nodded again, trying to muster a smile. She reached out, her hands trembling, but my sudden, predatory gaze stopped her in her tracks.
"Don't try to please me," I said, my voice a dangerous whisper. "Just do as I say."
The fragile veneer of civility shattered. My face twisted into a cruel mask as I scrutinized Rani with a predatory gaze. When she moved to undress, hoping to please me, my patience snapped.
"Enough," I barked, grabbing her arm and flinging her across the room. She stumbled, her small frame crashing against the wall.
"Please," she whimpered, tears streaming down her face. "I didn't mean to-"
"Shut up!" I roared, my voice echoing off the walls. "You think you can manipulate me with your tears?"
I advanced on her, my eyes devoid of any empathy. I lashed out with a viciousness that left no doubt about the darkness within me. My fists struck her again and again, each blow a testament to my brutal nature. Rani's cries filled the room, but no one dared to intervene.
As I beat her, a twisted satisfaction filled me. This was MY power, MY control. The woman's sobs were a haunting symphony of pain, but they only fueled my rage. I stood over her, my eyes cold and calculating, as she lay crumpled on the floor.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. I paused, my breath heavy, and turned towards the sound.
"Who is it?" I growled.
"It's me, Sahib," came a voice from the other side. It was Arjun, one of my most trusted men.
"Enter," I commanded, my voice still dripping with menace.
Arjun opened the door cautiously, his eyes flicking to Rani's battered form before focusing on me. "We have a situation," he said, his tone respectful but urgent.
"What kind of situation?" I asked, wiping the blood from my knuckles with a handkerchief.
"Zayn's men," Arjun replied. "They've been spotted near our territory. And... Zayn himself is in Jaipur."
My eyes narrowed. "Zayn? Here?"
"Yes, Sahib," Arjun confirmed. "He's here secretly stalking a woman. Her name is Priya. A source told us."
My jaw tightened. The mention of Zayn was enough to shift my focus. I glanced back at Rani, her broken sobs filling the room, then turned to Arjun.
"Make sure she's taken care of," I ordered. "I don't want her talking."
"Yes, Sahib," Arjun replied, understanding the unspoken command.
I walked out of the room, my mind already on the next challenge. Zayn was a constant thorn in my side, and any move against him required careful planning. As I stepped into the night, the oppressive heat of Jaipur wrapped around me like a cloak, but it was nothing compared to the fire burning within.
I made my way to the car waiting outside, my driver standing at attention. "Where to, Sahib?" the driver asked.
"Back to the palace," I replied, sliding into the backseat.
As car sped through the dark streets, the city a blur of lights and shadows, a question gnawed at my mind.
Why was Zayn so determined to fight for northern India? He already controlled vast territories-Turkey, Egypt, Saudi Arabia, Dubai, UAE, Oman. His grip over the oil, gold, and other resources in these regions made him immensely powerful. He could command armies, topple governments, and yet, he was here, in Jaipur, seeking more.
I knew Zayn's mother was Indian. Perhaps it was personal for him. A connection to his roots, a desire to conquer the land of his ancestry. Or maybe it was something more strategic. Northern India was a jewel, a region of immense cultural and economic significance. Controlling it meant not just power, but prestige.
But this was my territory, my legacy. I would not let him or anyone else take it from me. As the first light of dawn broke over the horizon, I felt a surge of determination. This battle would be mine to win, and Zayn would learn the hard way that challenging me was a grave mistake.
The fight for northern India would be fierce, but I was ready. Ready to defend my legacy, ready to crush my enemies, ready to show the world the true power of Rajveer Rana.
