The Golden Throne.

The Golden Throne.

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Ten years ago, The monster found a hidden gem. And since then, it couldn't be any better. Nayansh Grover, thirty-two, The king of the world where death means a payback. Never once he had flinched even slightly by the word 'killing'. and that's what made him The Golden king. one night. another man to kill. but one kid... The fifteen year old kid looked up at Nayansh, eyes full of confusion rather than fear. His father's body laid infront of him, his eyes held tears. Nayansh crouched down to the kid, "the words, it has two side. Dark and Bright. your father messed with the dark side. and see...the darkness swallowed him. Take care, kiddo." he stood up to leave when the kid pulled at his suit. "then...why has it not swallowed you?" the kid asked. Nayansh chuckled, bowing down a bit and whispered, "Because I'm the king. you have to be strong to bend the darkness on your wish to not get swallow by it, kid." The kid blinked, tilting his head, "I wanna be like you too..." he muttered, incoherently. Nayansh smirked, and pointed at another man nearby who was beaten up, not dead yet and spoke, "Then...you have to kill without mercy." with that, Nayansh turned away, Only to be froze by a loud gunshot voice. His eyes widened and he turned around. The kid has actually shot. A small smile spread on his face and he walked back to the kid, "What's your name, little devil?" The kid blinked, lowering the gun and looked up at Nayansh. "Kushagra... kushagra kapoor." Nayansh ruffled his hairs and held out his hand for the kid. "Wanna come to a new home?" Kushagra nodded, taking the hand. And that's how, the chapter begun.
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" Why ? Do you have any issues with it ? Are you feeling jealous over those girls whom I slept with ? " he laughed cynically looking straight into my eyes. Those eyes sends shivers down my spine. I remained silent with my trembling body. " You...... I told you several times..... be in your limits. Then what was that drama ? " He raised his eyebrows and gave me a pathetic look. Before I could say something his right hand fell on my face. I expected a slap so I shut my eyes tightly. " You are sold to me girl, you know what does that mean..... right ? " I squealed with pain when he squeezed my cheeks pressing my head towards the wall behind me. " Don't try to act smart if you don't want your family to end up on road. People who cheats me.... Neither I won't let them live even by begging on streets " he came more close to my face and continued " Nor..... I won't let them die. " I looked at him with my bloodshot eyes. I couldn't find a bit of humanity in him. Sometimes I wished he could see my pain. " You can just watch them by becoming a helpless daughter who can only cry. But always remember don't even dare to make a sound " he patted on my cheeks with a dirty scoff and pushed me like a trash. " Dev........ " I heard his lover calling him by banging on the door. He stood in front of me like a huge pillar and corrected his suit perfectly not leaving a fold. " Follow me like an obedient wife " before opening the door he ordered not even bothered to look back. I quickly stood from floor and corrected my face to become his perfect wife. Again I am going to be on stage to perform my character as Mrs Devadatta Pratap Singh Rathore Behind the success of every man there will be a woman, in same way behind his failure also there will be a woman's hands. Things get dirty when that hand belongs to his wife itself. She never intended to hurt anyone but the wound inside her heart was something deep and she had to hurt him........ because he is a beast.

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