His Childish Bride

62//💕Hourglass & Return Gift

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Two cars speed down the deserted road, their tires kicking up dust as they cut through the quiet morning air. Sunlight filters through the dense canopy of towering trees, casting shifting shadows over the cracked asphalt. Kavyansh grips the wheel tightly, his gaze sharp and unyielding while Varenya sits beside him as her posture stiff while her fingers twitching against her lap.

In the second car, Shivansh drives with equal urgency, his jaw clenched as he processes the news about the package sent to AV Publishing House. There is no question, he has to be there. But Jivika refuses to let Varenya go alone. She has seen it before, the way her Tai freezes, lost in the terrifying echoes of six years ago. She won't risk it happening again.

The silence between them is heavy, thick with tension. Only the roar of the engines and the rustling leaves accompany them as they race forward, the morning sun doing little to chase away the shadows lurking in their minds.

Half an hour later, Kavyansh brings the car to a firm stop in front of a rundown building, its faded walls covered in cracks and ivy, a place that seems abandoned to the untrained eye. Varenya and Jivika looks surprised with confusion flickering in their eyes. But Shivansh remains silent as he can already guess the place. Kavyansh has built something far greater, something hidden from the world.

Without hesitation, Kavyansh steps out of the car, his posture steady while his presence commanding. Varenya and Jivika follow, their curiosity growing with every step. The morning sun barely touches this place, shadows stretching across the cracked pavement as they approach the entrance.

Kavyansh reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small key. With practiced ease he inserts it into the old, rusted lock. A quiet click breaks the silence and the wooden door creaks open. But before the sisters can take a step forward, their eyes widen at what lies beyond.

A second door- steel, solid, impenetrable stands in their path. Unlike the outer structure, this one is state-of-the-art, sleek and secure. At its center, a biometric hand scanner glows faintly.

Varenya's brows furrow, Jivika's mouth hangs open. Meanwhile, Shivansh keeps his usual neutral expression. Kavyansh wordlessly places his left hand on the scanner and a green light flashes.

With a low mechanical hum, the steel door slides open, revealing a long, dimly lit corridor lined with men standing in rigid formation along the walls. Their sharp gazes remain fixed ahead, their presence radiating silent power. Seeing this, Jivika's breath catches and Varenya's stomach tightens. But once again, Shivansh steps forward looking unfazed.

"So, you finally decided to let us see your kingdom," Shivansh remarks, his tone calm yet carrying undeniable weight.

Varenya and Jivika's heads snap toward him, shock flashing in their eyes. Kingdom? They have heard of Kavyansh having his own army, a force built in the shadows. But standing here, seeing it with their own eyes is something else entirely. They never imagined it would be this vast, this powerful. The sheer scale, the disciplined soldiers, the controlled intensity in the air. It's far beyond what they ever imagined.

This isn't just a hidden force. It's a realm built in secrecy, designed with precision and intent. A shield forged in silence, standing ready against any threat that dares to approach.

Meanwhile, Kavyansh smirks not with arrogance but with Pride. This hidden stronghold isn't about dominance or control. It exists because it has to. Kavyansh built this army not for war but for protection. For his family. For Shivansh. His younger brother has been fighting a war far bigger than he should and Kavyansh refuses to let him stand alone. But now, everything is different. Now, he has to protect his wife and his son.