She is an angel
He is a devil
She is caring
He is ruthless
She is simple
He is the Hukum sa
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Kashi Tiwari
A simple, cute and innocent girl living her happy life in Banaras. She lost her father at a young age and her mother never cared for...
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In the heart of India's vibrant landscape lies Rajasthan, a land where history breathes through ancient forts and palaces, and where the desert whispers tales of valor and romance.
Rajasthan, often dubbed as the "Land of Kings," paints a picture of opulence, tradition, and a timeless allure.
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4-5 Black and white Rolls Royce was standing on a deserted road. On the first car, on the bonnet sat an handsome man who was in a black pant and white shirt. The first 3 buttons of the shirt was open.
From which his muscular body was visible. The sleeves of the shirt was folded and his black coat was kept on the bonnet. Another man was standing with him and all the other men standing there were the guards.
In front of that car, 2 men were sitting on their knees. Their faces were wounded and they were shivering with fear.
The man sitting on the bonnet was the most handsome and eligible bachelor whose one roar could shake the whole of Rajasthan. He is the king of Rajasthan whose one roar can scare his enemies. His name is Shivansh Pratap Singh.
Shivansh grew up, he became short-tempered. Handsome, muscular body and tall. Shivansh is the biggest businessman of India.
He never let any girl come close to him and he hates the word love. That's when Shivansh sitting on the bonnet came down and headed towards those men.
He held their hairs. " Jai, what do you say? What should we do with them?" asked Shivansh while looking at Jai, his bodyguard. " What's the need to ask, Hukum sa? Kill them." said Jai. Shivansh came to the bonnet and then picked his coat.
After that he pulled the gun out of that coat and then pointed that gun towards those men. " Please Hukum sa leave us." said one of those men. Shivansh laughed. " There is no word named as merriness in my life." said Shivansh.
Shivansh sat down near the trembling man, gripping his hair tightly. His voice was a low growl, filled with menace and authority. "Go and tell Aarav and Chacha ji. That Shivansh Pratap Singh is no child in this game of thrones." he hissed, pulling the man's head closer
The man's eyes widened with terror, and he nodded frantically. Shivansh's grip tightened for a moment before he released him abruptly, causing the man to fall back onto the dirt.
Shivansh stood up, pulling a gun from his coat and aiming it at the man's leg. Without a second thought, he pulled the trigger. The sound of the gunshot echoed through the deserted road, followed by the man's anguished scream.
Blood started to pool around his leg, but Shivansh's expression remained impassive. "Now run. Run and deliver my message." Shivansh ordered, his voice cold.
The man, clutching his bleeding leg, struggled to his feet and stumbled away as fast as he could, his movements frantic and desperate. Shivansh watched him go, his eyes hard and unyielding.
