BOOK 1 OF THE UNEXPECTED SERIES
In a world where tradition clashes with modernity, Vaidehi is a modern-day princess bound by society's rigid expectations.
Saransh, a brooding prince with a shadowed past, one he's not keen to reveal. Despite his nobl...
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Sleep was just beginning to take over when my phone buzzed sharply, dragging me back into reality. My eyes, exhausted from staring at Vaidehi's picture for too long, burned as I reached for the device. The name flashing on the screen made my fatigue vanish in an instant.
Jaivardhan.
It was 3 a.m. He must have found another one of their men or hideouts.
I swiped to answer. "Sir, we found another one of their places," Jaivardhan's voice came through, tense but steady. "I've forwarded you the location."
I quickly checked my phone, the pin dropping somewhere on the outskirts of the city. My fingers curled into a fist.
"How many kids?" I asked, already swinging my legs off the bed, reaching for my jacket.
"We don't know the exact number yet," Jaivardhan replied.
Damn it.
"Alright," I said, already heading to the door. "Inform the police. Get everyone ready. I'll be there."
The call ended, and I grabbed my keys. There was no time to waste.
I swung my leg over my Harley, twisted the throttle, and roared down the empty streets. The cold night air bit at my face, but I didn't slow down. My mind was fixed on one thing—the children. If we were lucky, we'd get to them before any harm came their way. If not... I wasn't going to let that thought settle.
I was eighteen when I made a promise to myself—no more innocent children would suffer at their hands. No one else would go through what I had endured.
I had the resources. I had the power. And I would use both to destroy them, to rip this entire organization out from its roots and burn every last trace of it.
The moment I returned to India after completing my studies, I stepped into my rightful place—taking over the family business, reclaiming my title as the future king of Udaipur. But while the world saw a young heir rising to power, my real mission had already begun.
For years, I hunted them. One by one, I dismantled their operations, cut off their supply chains, crushed their allies, and made their leaders beg for mercy.
I didn't give them any.
And I wouldn't stop—not until the last of them was gone.
Within minutes, I reached the location—a decrepit house standing in the middle of nowhere, its windows dark, its walls stained with years of neglect. A van was parked outside, no doubt belonging to the men inside.
Jaivardhan, Atul, Mohit, and Suresh were already waiting, their expressions grim under the dim glow of a distant streetlamp. There was no need for words. We all knew why we were here.
