His burning desire

29* Lies ,Lies and Lies*

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"Hello, brother."

Veeransh's green eyes darkened, all emotion vanishing instantly, replaced by a maniacal smirk. His grip suddenly tightened around Samaira's waist, pulling her even closer. She felt the pressure as blood surged through his veins, making them visible. A shiver ran down her spine when she glanced at his face; he looked terrifying-more than terrifying. The veins bulging on his forehead and neck were not a good sign. His green eyes, over which she often swooned, had darkened ominously.

Veeransh turned, keeping Samaira close, his face emotionless except for a mocking smirk on his lips.

The man he despised most in the entire mafia organization, the "Sleeping Dragon," stood before him in a blood-red tuxedo. He was 6'2" with a muscular build, his black diamond-like eyes glinting through a dragon mask adorned with diamonds. His gaze was piercing, as if torturing Veeransh with just his eyes. His black hair, perfectly set with a single strand falling on his forehead, made him look striking, though Veeransh still eclipsed him in presence.

"By any chance, is your boss suffering from amnesia?" Veeransh sneered, tilting his head toward his assistant, who stood silent, staring at the floor.

The man scoffed, flashing a cheeky smile at Veeransh, whose face remained calm yet hardened, while Samaira struggled to process everything. Nothing felt normal.

The man stopped in the center of the ballroom, his dragon mask's red eyes scanning the room as if he owned it. He raised a gloved hand, and with a single motion, the murmurs of the guests ceased completely.

"Ladies and gentlemen," his voice was smooth, carrying an undercurrent of danger, "thank you all for attending tonight. As you know, we gather under the guise of celebration, masked and hidden, but we are all aware of the truth. In our world, trust is everything-and betrayal is an unforgivable sin."

The room remained eerily silent, the tension growing. Veeransh watched, his fingers resting casually around his glass of scotch, but his mind was already at work. Damon was a master manipulator, and this was not just a speech-it was a prelude to something more sinister.

His eyes finally landed on Veeransh, a brief moment of acknowledgment passing between the two rivals before he continued. "Tonight," he said, his voice deepening, "we honor an ancient tradition-a ritual. One that our ancestors performed to prove their loyalty. And now, we too shall prove ours."

Whispers erupted among the crowd, uncertain, but they quickly fell silent as he raised his hand again. Veeransh's eyes narrowed behind his mask, his curiosity piqued. What game was he playing?

"The game," that man announced, "is simple. A test of loyalty for the king of the underworld. Each of you has brought a date to this ball-someone you trust, someone you claim to hold dear." He paused, the dragon mask turning slowly, taking in the masked couples scattered around the room. "But tonight, we will see just how loyal you are. The king must prove his loyalty to the organization." A smirk formed on his lips as his vicious eyes met Veeransh's, whose jaw clenched as anger bubbled within him. He knew-he knew that something like this would happen. There was no way he could do this to Samaira; no way. His heart thumped against his ribcage.

The ballroom froze. Beside Veeransh, Samaira stiffened, her eyes darting toward him, but Veeransh's expression remained unreadable behind his eagle mask. He swirled his drink lazily, waiting. But his grip tightened around the glass until it shattered, blood quickly covering his hand.

Samaira panicked, her eyes filled with fear and disbelief. What was Veeransh doing at this ball? Who was this boss who had to kill his date? What was Veeransh's relationship to the underworld? She looked at Veeransh's bleeding hand, watching him glare fiercely at the Sleeping Dragon as though he would kill him on the spot.

The man's voice dropped, dripping with menace. "To prove your loyalty, you must be willing to sever the ties of the heart. The king must slit his date's throat."

"Look, your boss isn't here to prove anything," the man said mockingly, as everyone turned to Veeransh with questioning eyes. A chill ran through Samaira as she felt the weight of their gazes.

For a moment, the room seemed to blur around him. every thought, every instict told him to act
- to protect what was his. But he knew his game and it wasn't just about blood. This was about power , about control. Veeransh's loyalty to his people, to his empire, had never been about meaningless displays of violence. But here , surrounded by the world's criminals, all hungry for his weakness, the stakes were higher then they had ever been.

Veeransh stepped forward, separating himself from Samaira, who stood frozen, her mind blank from the shock. This can't be happening. No, no.

"Ve...eer... you can't..."

The room was thick with tension. Everyone awaited Veeransh's move, expecting him to prove his loyalty. Blood dripped from his hand, his face stoic, eyes blank.

"Here's your king-a coward who can't even kill his love! How will he handle this organization? He doesn't even deserve to be part of it..." The man sneered with a mocking smile as Veeransh suddenly reached for the knife at his waist, making the man's eyes widen in surprise. This was not expected.

Veeransh took steps toward Samaira, the knife in his hand, and her eyes widened in horror. Tears spilled from her honey-brown eyes-there was no way Veeransh would kill her. Her whole body shivered, trembling with shock and betrayal. It was all her mistake to trust again. It was all her mistake to fall in love.

Her body shook, her face wet with tears, throat clogged as she took slow, backward steps, struggling with her heavy gown.

"Vee...r... you can't do th...is," she whispered, tears falling as she looked into his blank gaze. She continued to step back until he grabbed her shoulders, making her cry harder, struggling to break free, but his grip was ironclad.

Veeransh held her gaze for a moment, his face unreadable. Then he closed his eyes, bringing the knife closer to her heart, causing her and everyone around to shut their eyes in horror.

"Pl...ease..." Samaira whispered in a choked, pleading voice, looking into his blank green eyes.

"Ahhhh..."

The betrayal of the love she had never expected returned her trauma once again. She had never been made for love and hoped it might be an illusion, but it was not. In fact, it was a horrific nightmare in which she was caught. The world is built on lies; everyone here plays with your emotions, just to kill you over and over again and then ask if it hurts. Yes, it hurts.

Lies,

Lies,

And lies-

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