ONE - Now the game begins
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Chapter 1: The King Returns
In the middle of the night, beneath a sky swallowed by darkness and relentless rain, an expensive Boeing private business jet descended onto the rooftop helipad of the Rajvansh mansion.
Thunder rolled in the distance as rain battered the glass walls surrounding the landing zone. The powerful engines slowed, and within moments, the jet came to a complete halt, standing like a silent beast against the storm.
Inside the lavish ninety-square-meter luxury aircraft, silence ruled.
An old man in his early sixties entered the master suite and stopped a few steps away from the man seated at the desk. He bowed respectfully, his movements careful and practiced, shaped by decades of loyalty.
“Chhote Baba,” the old man said calmly, “we have reached our destination.”
The man at the desk did not look up immediately. His fingers continued to move across the laptop keyboard with precise ease, as though nothing outside the aircraft mattered. Only after finishing the last line did he close the laptop without haste.
“Alright,” he said. “Let’s go.”
He rose from his seat.
The handmade black Diamond Edition suit fit his tall frame perfectly, sharp and flawless. The fabric alone costs more than most people earn in a lifetime. Yet it was not the suit that demanded attention, but the man wearing it. His posture was straight, his presence heavy, his gaze cold enough to freeze a room.
With long, unhurried strides, he moved toward the exit of the jet.
Every movement carried power.
Every breath commanded dominance.
Aditya Rajvansh was a king.
The undisputed lord of the Asian business world.
Born into the influential Rajvansh family, his rise was never effortless. When his elder brother chose journalism over the family empire, the burden fell entirely on Aditya’s shoulders. At twenty-one, under his father’s unyielding pressure, he stepped into the corporate world. He learned fast, absorbed faster, and endured silently.
A year later, he broke away and built his own empire.
Now, at twenty-nine, he stood among the top three businessmen in the world.
As the owner of the ARV Group of Industries, he controlled India’s largest telecom company and held the highest global market share in smartphones. That year, ARV became the world’s most valuable listed company. ARV Electronics dominated global consumer technology, setting trends rather than following them.
And above all, he was the sole heir of the Rajvansh family.
No one could defeat him in business, wealth, strength, or appearance. His looks alone could eclipse celebrities. Women longed for a single glance from him, knowing it would never be enough. Businessmen prayed for one meeting, even if it meant waiting years.
Yet his cold aura kept everyone at bay.
Aditya Rajvansh was ruthless. One glance from him could bury an empire.
As he stepped out of the jet, his personal bodyguards bowed deeply, their heads lowered until he entered the private elevator leading into the mansion.
“Uncle Bishwa,” Aditya said without emotion, “did you find the information I asked for?”
Bishwa, the oldest caretaker and most trusted guard of the Rajvansh family, nodded respectfully.
“Yes, Chhote Baba. Everything is ready. I can hand over the documents whenever you wish.”
“Good,” Aditya replied. “But first, I need to see Mee.”
The elevator doors slid open.
Aditya entered the living room.
“Where is Meesha?” he asked quietly.
His mother looked up from the magazine in her hand. There was no relief in her eyes, no warmth of welcome. Her expression was restrained, tired, and edged with suppressed frustration.
“In her room,” she said. “She’s been locked inside for two days.”
Aditya’s jaw hardened.
“What happened?”
She stood up slowly, placing the magazine on the table with deliberate calm.
“What happened?” she repeated bitterly. “You were away again, Aditya. As always.”
His eyes sharpened, but he did not interrupt.
“If you were this worried,” she continued, her voice tight, “you should have come earlier. Or at least kept an eye on your own family instead of running the world.”
Silence filled the room, thick and uncomfortable.
“She cried for two nights,” his mother added. “She refused to eat. And I couldn’t reach you.”
“I am here now,” Aditya said calmly.
She let out a short, bitter laugh.
“Yes. When the damage is already done.”
Aditya met her gaze steadily.
“Where is she?”
She exhaled and turned away.
“Her room. Go.”
Aditya walked down the corridor toward Meesha’s room and stopped outside the door.
“Mee,” his voice was low and firm, “open the door.”
The door opened instantly. Meesha rushed into his arms, clutching his coat as if it were the only thing keeping her standing. Her sobs were silent but violent, shaking her fragile frame.
Aditya froze.
Her face was pale and drained. Dark circles framed her eyes, stealing away the spark she once carried.
His voice dropped.
“Who did this to you?”
Meesha shook her head as tears fell freely.
“Addy… she’s trying to take him away from me.”
Her grip tightened, her fingers digging into the expensive fabric.
“I warned her. I begged her to stay away. Everyone knows he’s supposed to marry me. Mom and Dad said it themselves.”
Her voice cracked.
“My friends laugh at me. They say I’m weak. That I’ll lose him and she’ll replace me.”
She looked up at him, shattered and desperate.
“Replace me?” she cried. “Do you understand that, Addy? What about me? Am I that easy to erase from his life?”
Aditya’s expression hardened into something dangerous.
“Don’t cry,” he said quietly. “Just give me a name you want out of the picture and leave the rest to your brother.”
Meesha swallowed.
“Elena.”
Something dark flickered in his eyes.
Aditya cupped Meesha’s face.
“Listen carefully,” he said. “You are not weak. And no one, man or woman, takes what belongs to a Rajvansh.”
He wiped her tears away slowly.
“If she crossed the line, she has already chosen her punishment.”
He leaned closer.
“I never forgive those who touch my family.”
Meesha’s breathing steadied.
“Sleep now,” Aditya said. “By morning, this will no longer be your problem.”
She nodded. Exhaustion finally won. She knew now that with her brother standing behind her, no one in this world could defeat her. All she needed to do was shed a few tears, and the universe would bend to her will.
Without another worry, she drifted into sleep.
Aditya left her room and walked into his study.
Bishwa stood waiting with files.
“These documents contain information about the girl and the person responsible for your elder brother’s accident.”
The room went silent.
Aditya read every page slowly, absorbing each detail with controlled precision.
Again and again, the same name appeared.
Elena.
A muscle twitched in his jaw.
She had already taken one Rajvansh.
Now she dared to reach for another.
He closed the file gently.
Then he swept everything off the desk.
Glass shattered across the floor.
His voice remained calm.
“You took my brother,” he said. “Now you want my sister.”
A cold smile touched his lips.
“Elena, you should have stayed invisible.”
He turned toward the rain-soaked window.
“Because once I look at someone, they don’t survive untouched.”
His eyes darkened.
“You just signed your own ending.”
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