Chapter 34
The room was cold.
Dimly lit.
The air thick with blood and power.
And at the center of it all—Jai, kneeling on the floor.
His face was swollen, blood dripping from his temple, his breathing ragged.
Surrounded. Outnumbered. Defeated.
And in front of him, the man who owned this world.
Agastya Singh Rathore.
Tall. Unshaken. Untouchable.
His black sherwani was pristine, a cruel contrast to the blood staining the ground.
This wasn’t a warning.
This wasn’t a threat.
This was a lesson.
One Anvi was about to learn the hard way.
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A King Who Owns Everything, Even Her Choices
"Please." Her voice was barely a whisper.
But Agastya heard it.
His head tilted, amusement flickering in his dark eyes.
"Please, what?"
Her throat was dry.
"Don’t do this."
His smirk deepened.
"And why not?"
Her nails dug into her palms.
Because she didn’t know the answer.
Because no matter what she said—he wouldn’t listen.
Because this wasn’t about Jai anymore.
This was about her.
Her betrayal.
Her defiance.
And Agastya’s need to remind her exactly who she belonged to.
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A Queen Who Refuses to Kneel
Jai coughed, spitting blood onto the floor.
"You really think this will make her love you?" he rasped.
The air shifted.
The room grew colder.
Agastya’s lips curved—but his eyes turned deadly.
And then—he pulled out his gun.
Anvi’s breath caught.
Her heart stopped.
And before she could think—she moved.
Stepping between them.
Shielding Jai with her own body.
A gasp echoed through the room.
The guards tensed.
And for the first time—Agastya looked shocked.
"Pari." His voice was dangerously low. "Move."
She didn’t.
Didn’t flinch.
Didn’t break.
"No."
His jaw clenched.
"You’re testing my patience, jaan."
"And you’re testing my limits, Agastya."
For a second—just a second—something flickered in his gaze.
Something like… pride.
But then—it was gone.
And all that remained was the Devil she had married.
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A Punishment Worse Than Death
He stepped closer.
So close, she could feel his breath against her lips.
His fingers brushed her cheek, slow, possessive.
"You’re choosing him over me?"
"I’m choosing myself."
His lips twitched.
"Wrong answer."
Then—he grabbed her wrist.
And before she could fight, before she could react—he dragged her away.
Through the halls.
Through the doors.
Back into his world.
Her world.
Her cage.
Because this wasn’t over.
This was just the beginning.
And Agastya?
Was about to teach her what happens to disobedient queens.
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A Punishment Worse Than Chains
The doors slammed shut.
The lock clicked.
And she was alone with him.
Alone with the Devil.
Anvi’s breath hitched as Agastya turned to her, his dark eyes simmering with silent fury.
He was calm. Too calm.
And that—was far more terrifying than his anger.
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A King Who Never Forgives
"You crossed a line today, Pari."
His voice was soft. Deceptively gentle.
But his gaze?
It burned through her.
"You humiliated me."
Her fingers curled into fists.
"And you tried to kill an innocent man."
His lips twitched. "Innocent? Jai touched what’s mine. He deserved worse."
She shook her head.
"You’re cruel."
He took a slow step forward.
"And yet, you can’t stay away from me."
Her pulse spiked.
Because he was right.
No matter how much she fought—she couldn’t escape him.
And Agastya?
Would make sure she never tried again.
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A Queen in Chains
The room grew smaller as he stepped closer.
His fingers brushed her jaw, tilting her chin up.
"Tell me, Pari… should I punish you?"
Her throat went dry.
But she held his gaze.
"You already have."
His smirk deepened.
"Not enough."
Then—he grabbed her wrist.
Dragging her towards the bed.
She resisted, her body twisting. "Agastya—don’t—"
But he was stronger.
He was always stronger.
He pushed her down, his grip unrelenting.
"You want freedom?" His voice was a whisper against her ear.
Her breath hitched.
"Then earn it."
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A King’s Darkest Punishment
She expected pain.
She expected cruelty.
But instead—he left.
The door locked behind him.
And then—the silence began.
No one came.
No food.
No light.
Just emptiness.
And the scent of him everywhere.
A cage without walls.
Because Agastya knew—true punishment wasn’t pain.
It was absence.
And Anvi?
Was about to learn just how much she needed him.