𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢

4. 𝗢𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗿 𝗠𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘆 ?

"𝗺𝘂𝗷𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗳𝘀𝗼𝘀 𝗻𝗮𝗵𝗶 𝘁𝘂𝗷𝗵𝗲 𝗸𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗸𝗮 𝗹𝗲𝗸𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝗹𝗮 𝘆𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮 𝗸𝗶 𝘁𝘂𝗻𝗲 𝗺𝘂𝗷𝗵𝗲 𝗸𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗸𝗵𝗼 𝗱𝗶𝘆𝗮"
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A U T H O R' S P O V

It's not always what you think, because God has His own plans.

The place where the Lord resides-enter by choice, but return only as a lifeless body, or perhaps as His beloved ones. There is only one Lord, before whom you must be either a frightened kitten or a roaring lion. This is a place where even God Himself cannot save you, for even He dares not interfere. The most intriguing part is that the Lord Himself is the God of this place.

The Mafia Lord, none other than Arthur Raizada, is a figure that strikes fear in people's hearts, even at the mention of his name. His presence alone could kill a person instantly.

And you think of him as a simple lord? A mere king? A regular person?

This is not a place where the mafia lord will change his nature for a woman. If anything, he will change the entire world for her.

But if the world becomes hers, then he must change himself. He is not what he appears, nor is he what his words imply.

He is the Mafia Lord, the king of his kingdom, the lawgiver and the Lord of his people.

But beyond all that, he is still a human-yet a Lord.

His aura is unlike anything you've ever encountered. You can't truly understand him until the very end. What he thinks is what he acts on. Just remember, he is a Lord-either he burns the world or himself.

This is his empire, a place where even a tiny insect hesitates before stepping into the Lord's domain.

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"So, you think you can play with me, little monster?" Arthur smirked, his voice dripping with arrogance. On the other end of the call, the woman chuckled.

"I don't think it. I know I can play with you, my lord," she teased, biting her lip.

"So, you think you could have me?" he whispered, his voice low and dangerous.

"Of course," she replied, her voice laced with confidence.

"You sure?" he asked, his challenge stirring her ego. Did she care? Not one bit.

"You doubt me, my lord?" she snapped in a sharp tone.

"Of course not," he replied, surrendering to her words. Little did he know, this game was far from simple-it would lead them down a long path, one that might end in a mistake... or perhaps, be the mistake.

"You and your love for me," he said, shaking his head with an evil smile curling on his lips.

"Love?" she scoffed. "It's called obsession, my lord. I.AM.OBSESSED.WITH.YOU."

"And can I ask why?" he inquired, his voice attempting to manipulate, to find the cracks in her story. "We don't even know each other."

"Aaaah, playing a double game?" she raised an eyebrow with a smirk. "You think I'm some naïve five-year-old who'll fall for your manipulation? Think again."

"Aww, little monster," he cooed. "I didn't mean it that way. I just wanted to know why someone is so obsessed with me."

"You have the right, but I'll give you the reason when we meet. Over the phone? Nah, not my type" she said, rolling her eyes.

"So, what's your type?" he asked.

"You, my lord. You are my type," she purred, licking her lips she cutted the call, while her gaze fixed on the pictures laid out on the desk in the dark red room.

With blood on her hands, she caressed his picture with a psycho smile, then kissed it. "YOU.ARE.MINE, MY.LORD," she whispered, her voice a chilling promise. She moved to a wall adorned with strange, haunting pictures, tearing one that depicted a girl around 21, staring at her lord.

"Mine to see. Mine to have. Mine to obsess over... Just MINE," she laughed, a twisted gleam in her eyes.

"One look, and dead on the spot," she said, smirking as she glanced at the girl tied to a chair, unconscious.

Approaching the girl, she traced her cheek with a sharp nail, digging into the skin.

"Should I take your eyeballs out and play with them? I mean, it's an interesting game, right?" she taunted, but the girl didn't respond-she was out cold.

"Wake up. I didn't tie you up to let you sleep all day," the woman said, pouting as she pressed her nails deeper into the girl's skin.

The girl groaned, her eyes fluttering open, tears streaming down her face.

"Aww, don't cry, don't cry," the woman cooed mockingly, her fake sympathy dripping with venom.

"Le... leave me," the girl begged, choking on her sobs.

"Aww, how can I, baby girl?" The woman feigned concern, her voice dripping with malice.

"Please... I beg you," the girl stammered, terrified.

"Aww, why are you begging now?" the woman taunted, digging her nail into her own lip, making the girl wince in pain. "Didn't think before you looked at my property and touched it ? did you?"

"Don't cry, baby girl. I'm not going to kill you. Relax... take a deep breath," she mocked, making the girl tremble with fear.

"Are you scared of me? Am I that scary?" she sneered.

"No," the girl quickly shook her head, desperate to appease her.

"Aww, good girl," the woman said, patting her head before standing up and pulling out a gun. The girl flinched, her eyes widening in terror.

"Relax, baby girl. Just showing you my baby," she said, laughing softly. "Isn't she pretty? Or does she scare you like me?"

"Say it-how does she look? Pretty or scary?" the woman demanded, her voice rising. The girl shook violently, her body trembling as tears poured down her face.

"Pretty," the girl whispered, barely audible.

"Pretty?" The woman's eyes flashed with fury. "Where?"

"I... I... mean... scary," the girl stammered, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Scary? My god! She's divine, you dumbass!" The woman hissed, her hand tightening on the gun. In an instant, she fired, the loud shot echoing in the room.

DEAD. ON. SPOT.

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