His voice sliced through the silence like a blade, sharp and chilling. My body trembled uncontrollably as his towering figure stalked toward me, radiating a fury so menacing it felt suffocating.
“I told you not to touch my things! So how the fuck did you dare to touch my bed?” he roared, his voice venomous, his glare enough to make my knees weak.
I stood frozen, my back pressed against the cold wall, wishing it would swallow me whole. Fear coursed through my veins, but it wasn’t just fear—it was pure terror. If God had given me a choice between the hell I had lived in before and this one, I would have chosen the former without hesitation. That was a hell I could endure; this was a hell that promised no escape.
His cold, furious eyes bored into me, his jaw clenched tight. I knew he hated me, despised my very existence, but in that moment, it felt like he would kill me without a second thought.
I had no idea how I ended up here. When my parents sold me like cattle, I thought nothing could break me more than the betrayal of the people who brought me into this world. But then I learned the truth.
Someone—a stranger—had bought me for double the price. Double. As if I were an object at an auction. I didn’t know who this person was, nor did I care. All I knew was that my parents had washed their hands of me, and my life was no longer my own.
And then I met him.
Vidharth Singh Rajput. The name alone was enough to strike fear into hearts. The mafia king. The ruler of an empire built on blood, power, and unrelenting terror.
But no one told me I was being thrown into the lion’s den, that I would become the captive of a man whose only emotion for me was hate. Hate so deep, so consuming, that it burned every shred of hope I tried to hold onto.
And now, as I stood before him, trembling under his wrath, I realized something—this wasn’t just his bed I had touched. It was the last thread of control he thought he had over me. And I had unknowingly shattered it.
I should have known better. I should have never stepped into his room, let alone touched his bed. But now, it was too late.
His cold fingers gripped my wrist, his touch burning like fire even though his hands were ice-cold. He didn’t speak another word as he dragged me down the hall, his grip so tight I thought my bones would break.
“V-Vidharth, please... I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to—” My voice broke, but he didn’t even glance at me. His silence was scarier than his shouting.
My legs stumbled as he pulled me along, but he didn’t stop. He dragged me to a door I hadn’t seen before—a heavy, rusted door that looked like it belonged to some old dungeon. My heart sank when he yanked it open, revealing nothing but pitch-black darkness inside.
“Vidharth, please... don’t do this! I swear, I won’t touch anything again!” I begged, tears streaming down my face. But he didn’t care.
“HUKUM , call me Hukum because you have no fucking right to take my name” His voice was low, dangerously calm, and somehow, that was worse than his shouting. “You think you can disobey me and walk away without consequences?”
I shook my head desperately, my knees almost giving out. “No, I swear! I didn’t mean to! I was just—”
“Enough!” he barked, his voice echoing off the cold walls. Before I could say another word, he shoved me inside the room.
The door slammed shut behind me, and darkness swallowed me whole.
“Vidharth!” I screamed, banging on the door. “Please! Please let me out!” My voice cracked, my hands shaking as I pounded on the iron door.
But then I heard it—the sounds.
Hisses. Growls. Clicking noises that sent chills down my spine. I froze, my breath hitching. The room wasn’t empty.
“Vidharth! Please, no! Don’t do this!” I cried, backing away from the door. The floor was cold and uneven under my bare feet, and the air smelled damp and rotten.
Something moved in the darkness. I couldn’t see it, but I could hear it. A low growl came from one corner, and the sound of tiny claws skittering across the floor came from another.
“Please, no... no, no, no,” I whispered, my voice trembling as tears streamed down my face.
Something brushed against my leg, and I screamed, stumbling backward until I hit the wall. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it would burst out of my chest.
The creatures in the room grew louder—growls, hisses, and eerie, guttural noises that made my skin crawl. I couldn’t tell what they were or how many of them there were, but it felt like they were everywhere.
I pressed myself against the wall, shaking, sobbing, and praying for this nightmare to end. “Vidharth! Please! I’m sorry! Let me out!” I screamed, my voice hoarse.
But outside that door, there was no response. No mercy.
Vidharth Singh Rajput wasn’t a man who forgave. He was a man who ruled through fear, and tonight, I was his latest lesson.
I slid down the wall, curling into myself as the darkness closed in, the terrifying sounds growing louder. All I could do was cry and pray for the morning to come—if I survived until then.
And that's the moment I realise that maybe yess he is the king but I can never be his queen
⚠️ Warning: This Story Contains Mature and Intense Themes ⚠️
This story explores dark and intense themes, including violence, emotional and psychological abuse, captivity, and power dynamics in a toxic relationship. Reader discretion is advised, as certain scenes may be disturbing or triggering to some audiences.
Note: The narrative focuses on character development, emotional turmoil, and the complexities of survival in an oppressive environment. It is a journey through darkness, not a glorification of harmful b
ehavior. Please proceed only if you are comfortable with such themes.
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