Chapter 31
The room was too still.
Too quiet.
Anvi’s breath shook as she stared at the man standing in the doorway—Jai.
Agastya’s own cousin.
His own blood.
And yet—he was here.
With a gun in his hand.
With a choice in his eyes.
"Anvi. Come with me."
Her pulse slammed against her ribs.
Because this?
This wasn’t just an escape.
This was treason.
This was suicide.
Because no one betrayed Hukum and lived.
Not even his own family.
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?? A Queen Who Had to Decide
She swallowed hard.
"Jai… what are you doing?" Her voice was barely a whisper.
His jaw clenched.
"Saving you."
Her heart twisted painfully.
Because for months, she had dreamed of freedom.
Of a life without Agastya.
Without his control.
Without his obsession.
But now—as she stood at the edge of it…
She hesitated.
Because if she left, Agastya would never forgive her.
He would never stop hunting her.
And if she stayed?
She would never be free.
"Anvi, we don’t have time." Jai’s voice was urgent, his grip firm as he reached for her hand.
"Come. Now."
Her stomach twisted.
And then—she moved.
She grabbed his hand—and ran.
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?? A King’s Wrath That Would Burn Everything
Agastya’s body went still.
Too still.
He watched as his wife—his Pari—slipped through his fingers.
As she ran.
As she chose someone else.
And for the first time in his life—
Hukum felt fear.
Not for himself.
Not for what he would do.
But for her.
Because if she thought she could escape him—
She didn’t know him at all.
His fingers curled into fists, his jaw ticking as he turned to his men.
"Find them."
His voice was calm. Too calm.
"Bring her back to me."
His eyes burned with unholy fury.
"And bring me Jai’s corpse."
Because this?
This wasn’t just a betrayal.
This was war.
And Hukum never lost a war.
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The room was too still.
Too quiet.
Anvi’s breath shook as she stared at Jai, his gun still raised, his dark eyes locked onto Agastya.
This wasn’t just a rescue.
This was a declaration of war.
And Agastya knew it.
His jaw clenched, his body rigid as his grip on Anvi tightened.
"Step away from her, Hukum." Jai’s voice was calm, steady—but the betrayal was there.
Agastya’s smirk was slow, deadly.
"You have a death wish, cousin?"
Jai didn’t flinch.
"No. But she deserves freedom."
Agastya’s eyes darkened.
"She is free." His grip on her waist tightened, possessive. "Free to be mine."
Anvi’s stomach twisted painfully.
Because this wasn’t freedom.
This was a cage.
A cage she had to escape from—before it was too late.
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?? A Queen’s Choice: Run or Die
"Anvi. Come now." Jai’s voice was urgent. "Before—"
"Before what?" Agastya’s chuckle was dark, mocking. "Before I put a bullet in your head?"
Anvi felt his rage.
Felt it in the way his fingers dug into her skin.
Felt it in the way his body burned against hers.
But she couldn’t stay.
Not after this.
Not after knowing what he would do to her for running.
Her breath shook.
Her hands trembled.
But she moved.
Because if she didn’t—she would never leave.
Never survive.
And then—she ran.
Jai grabbed her wrist, pulling her toward the door.
And for the first time in months—she felt hope.
Felt the air of freedom waiting for her.
Until—
"You run, Pari, and I will burn the world to bring you back."
Her steps faltered.
Her heart stopped.
Because his voice?
It wasn’t a threat.
It was a promise.
And she knew.
She knew she had just made the worst mistake of her life.
Because Agastya Singh Rathore didn’t lose.
And now?
Now, she was about to learn just how far he would go to take back what was his.
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?? A King’s Fury Unleashed
She barely made it past the gates before the gunshots rang out.
Jai pushed her behind him, his back shielding her as chaos erupted.
Agastya’s men were everywhere.
Armed.
Dangerous.
Ready to kill.
And then—he walked out.
Dressed in black.
His eyes dark, unforgiving.
His gun raised, steady, aimed directly at Jai.
Anvi stopped breathing.
Because Agastya wasn’t the man she had left in that room.
No.
This—this was the devil.
And he was about to remind the world why he was feared.
"Give. Her. Back."
His voice was calm. Controlled.
But the madness lurked beneath.
Jai stood his ground.
"You don’t own her, Agastya."
A smirk.
Then—a gunshot.
Anvi screamed.
Jai’s body staggered, his arm bleeding, but he didn’t fall.
Agastya’s smirk deepened.
"That was a warning."
His gun tilted slightly.
"The next one goes through your head."
Her heart slammed against her ribs.
"Stop!" She stepped forward, her body shielding Jai, her eyes pleading. "Please, Agastya, stop this!"
But his eyes never left Jai.
Because this?
This wasn’t about her anymore.
This was about betrayal.
And Agastya Singh Rathore didn’t forgive betrayal.
Not even from his own blood.
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?? A War That Would End in Blood
"You think you can take what’s mine?" His voice was low, deadly.
Jai gritted his teeth.
"She is not yours, Agastya."
A muscle in Agastya’s jaw ticked.
And then—he smiled.
The kind of smile that meant someone was going to die.
His gun lowered.
His body relaxed.
And for a second—just a second—
Anvi thought he would let them go.
Until—
"Run, Pari."
Her stomach dropped.
Because his voice?
It was the same one he had used before.
The same one that meant disaster.
The same one that meant—this wasn’t over.
No.
This was just the beginning.
Because Agastya Singh Rathore?
He never lost.
And now?
Now, he was about to remind her exactly what that meant.