Story of a Rivalry of two political families, who fighting for rule. One rules over the more than half of the state and other own the power. But between their rivalry the one who is suffering is the daughters of the most richest family of the state...
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(Note: This segment of the chapter is continuation of chapter 32| Beloved, it’s a scene from past)
Roop Mahel: Five years ago
The man let out a sharp, mirthless laugh, the sound devoid of any real amusement. His eyes gleamed with arrogance as he took a step forward.
“You think you can stop me?” he sneered, his voice laced with mockery. “Do you even know who I am?”
Tara’s jaw clenched, her fists tightening at her sides. Fury burned in her chest, overriding any fear. She met his gaze head-on, her voice ringing with unshaken defiance.
“I know exactly who you are,” she spat. “You’re filth. A man who treats women like doormats, like possessions you can use and discard at will.”
Viraj’s smirk faded in an instant. His eyes darkened, a dangerous storm brewing within them. For the first time, he looked truly enraged.
“So, you don’t know me,” he said, his voice low, deadly. He took another step forward, his presence suffocating.
Roshni, who had been standing frozen beside Tara, flinched at the shift in his tone. Her breathing was uneven, her fingers trembling as she tried to take a step back.
“Please… thakur-sa, just let us go,” she pleaded, her voice small and desperate. “We won’t say anything, I swear. Just let us leave.”
Viraj turned his head slightly, his cold gaze locking onto Roshni. A slow smirk curved his lips, but there was no amusement in it—only cruelty.
“Let you go?” he echoed mockingly. “Now, why would I do that?”
Before either woman could react, he lunged forward. His grip was like iron as he seized Roshni’s wrist, yanking her toward him. A strangled gasp escaped her lips as she struggled against his hold, her terror evident.
Tara immediately stepped forward, grabbing his arm, trying to pry him off her friend. “Let her go, Viraj!” she shouted, her voice filled with fury.
But he barely acknowledged her. His grip on Roshni tightened, his expression twisted into something unreadable. Then, without warning, he pushed both women backward, forcing them inside the nearest room.
Roshni stumbled, nearly falling, but Tara caught her just in time. She turned sharply, ready to charge at Viraj again, but he was already shutting the door behind him.
Click.
The lock turned with an ominous finality.
Viraj leaned against the door, his expression unreadable. “Now,” he murmured, his voice dangerously calm. “Let me show you who I really am.”
