The grand room felt heavy with evil triumph, shadows stretching across walls covered in old victory banners. The man sat like a king on his big chair, staring at the chessboard where all the pieces were under his control. "All the pieces on the board are mine. I am supposed to win-no one can stop me," he said, laughing in a hollow, creepy way that echoed around the room. "I have the ace," Yashwant Singh Suryavanshi said with a sly smirk, lifting his glass of poisoned drink that shone darkly in the chandelier light. "And the game... ends." The man laughed loudly again, watching Yash ji lift the deadly cup and drink it down, the poison starting its deadly work. But right then, a massive *BOOM* shook the ground hard. The floor trembled, lights swung wildly, and glasses smashed everywhere. "Not so soon," a voice cut through the dust. From the dark shadows, a girl stepped out...strong and fierce, her eyes full of fire, ready to turn everything upside down.

"How dare you!!!" She screamed. And... Slapped him hard across his face. But she had no clue who she was messing, because the next moment, he hissed, "Congratulations. That slap is just going to make you my wife." 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖+ | Romantic-Thriller