4.Mr.unknown 🌙

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Raghav's pov

As I was following her through the dimly lit corridors, I couldn't help but marvel at how unpredictable she was. Just now, she had narrowly avoided falling twice. Who knows, maybe she's searching for the spirit that haunts this old palace. Despite her youthful appearance, she seems to possess an uncanny knowledge about the secrets and stories of Rajasthan's nights.

I couldn't shake off the thought that there was something extraordinary about her. She looked like a mere child, but the way she navigated these ancient hallways suggested she had been here many times before. It was as if she was drawn to the palace by some unseen force. My phone buzzed again, reminding me of the messages piling up, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from her.

Her curiosity seemed boundless, and her steps, though sometimes clumsy, were filled with a determination that belied her age. I found myself both worried and fascinated, wondering what she was searching for and what she might find in this sprawling, eerie place.

I

take out my phone from my pocket and see a message from Veer:

"Hukum sa, clients aa chuke hai."("Hurry up, clients have arrived.")

In all the hustle and bustle, the meeting I had scheduled for today slipped my mind. Hastily, I instructed one of my bodyguards to keep a close watch on her, and with that assurance, I hurriedly left the premises. As anticipated, she didn't even notice my absence, being thoroughly engrossed in examining the walls of my palace. Thankfully, by a stroke of luck, this section of the palace was empty, ensuring no unexpected interruptions during this crucial time.

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s I entered the party, all eyes turned towards me. Making my way to my client, who had come here for a day to finalize a nearly completed deal, I could feel the room's attention shift. In Rajasthan, aside from the royal family, no one knows me. The same goes for the shadowy world I created, a world that in turn made me the most powerful man on this continent. This anonymity is my shield, allowing me to navigate both realms with unparalleled influence and discretion.

I didn't want to be part of this dark world, but I have to protect my kingdom. The secrets and dangers I face aren't my choice, but they're necessary. My people's safety depends on my actions in the shadows. Every hidden deal and silent fight is to ensure my kingdom survives. The darkness might change me, but my loyalty and purpose remain clear: to keep my kingdom safe.

I

was talking to them when I heard a feminine voice that felt very familiar, like someone really close to me was calling me. At first, I ignored it, but then she called out again, this time saying, "Suniye."( Listen)

As I turned towards her, a surge of frustration washed over me. Before I could even react, I noticed the filthy gaze of that bastard from the royal family fixed on her. This sight unknowingly fueled the anger I constantly struggled to control, every single moment. I didn't want anyone to see us together; there was nothing between us, but people would still fabricate stories and spread their own narratives.

Stubbornness runs deep in this girl; it's in her very nature. Despite everything, she grabs my hand once more. But when I make it clear that she means nothing to me and humiliate her in front of Veer, she finally lets go of my hand.

She left me. The pain in my heart when she leaves my sight might have been visible on my face for the first time. It's strange-I never feel bad about killing people, so why am I feeling nervous and insecure just because she's leaving my place? Maybe she's sad too, maybe even talking to herself, but I really don't want to spoil an innocent person's life for my own.

Siya's pov

"Hey, Ram khadus pan bhi ek haad tak thik hai, ye to pura ka pura khadus hai, samjh kya rakha hai khudko? Usne hi bola tha na chalne mai, thodi khud gayi thi. Ha, thik hai, bola bhi ho maine, magar sabke samne aise to nyi bolte na yrr,"( "Hey, Ram rudeness is ok till one certain extent ; this one is completely rude. What does he think of himself? He was the one who asked to go, I didn't go on my own. Yes, fine, I did say it, but he don't say it like that in front of everyone.") I muttered to myself, tears streaming down my face uncontrollably.

As I paced back and forth, my mind was a whirlwind of emotions. I couldn't believe the audacity, the sheer insensitivity. How could someone be so callous? My chest tightened with the weight of frustration and hurt. I replayed the scene in my mind, each word stinging anew. He had no right to speak to me like that, especially not in front of everyone.

The tears kept coming, hot and relentless, as if they were trying to wash away the pain. But the ache in my heart only seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment. I felt a mix of anger and sorrow, a deep sense of betrayal. I had thought there was a limit to how rude someone could be, but this was beyond anything I had imagined.

Every sob that escaped my lips was a testament to the turmoil inside me. My mind kept going back to his words, to the embarrassment, to the feeling of being utterly disrespected. I wished I could go back in time, stand up for myself, say something, anything, to defend my dignity.

But now, it was just me and my tears, alone in this emotional storm.

"Mila to lga kuchh hai tere mere bich , magar ...... aise baat kar tune mujhe sabki tarh rula Diya "

(" we met, it felt like there was something between us, but... the way you talked, you made me cry like everyone else.")

I am walking on a silent street, the emptiness around me is almost eerie in its stillness. There's no one in sight, no movement except my own. The only sound is the echo of my footsteps against the pavement, a rhythm that's both comforting and unsettling.

I continued down the street, my mind consumed with thoughts of him, replaying our last conversation over and over. My frustration builds, and I find myself muttering complaints under my breath, the words dissipating into the cold night air.

Out of nowhere, I feel a presence behind me. Before I can react, a strong arm wraps around my waist, and a handkerchief is pressed firmly against my mouth. The scent is overwhelming, chemical. Panic surges through me as I struggle to break free, my heart pounding in my chest. My vision blurs, the strength draining from my limbs. I try to scream, to fight back, but it's no use.

My consciousness fades, the world around me slipping into darkness. The last thing I feel is the cold street beneath me and the overpowering sense of helplessness.

Raghav's pov

As the client left, I headed straight to my room. Her face kept flashing before my eyes; it was so vivid that even when I closed my eyes, her beautiful, shining face was right there. I couldn't understand why, but my heart was racing, and I found it hard to breathe properly. The restlessness was overwhelming. I felt compelled to call Veer to find out more about her-where she was, where she came from, and why she had come here.

After taking a cold water bath, I wrapped myself in a towel and tried to focus on my work, if only for a minute. But she - this girl - was a constant distraction, consuming my thoughts. I needed to find out about her and close this chapter of my life. This fixation was driving me crazy, and the only way to regain my peace was to uncover the truth and move on.

My phone rang, and without hesitation, I answered Veer's call in a split second.

When I answered the call, I said, "Bolo veer," ( say veer )showing I was ready for whatever news or challenge was coming. Those words felt strong and meaningful, reflecting my courage and determination. It was a moment where I prepared myself, ready for anything, drawing on my inner strength.

"I heard his response, 'Hukum sa vo mil nhi Rahi hai,' ( king , i found her but she is nowhere) and the tension in his tone was unmistakable. It was clear that something had gone wrong, and the anxiety in his voice made my heart race. The gravity of the situation hit me immediately, and I knew we had to act quickly."

I was stunned and frustrated as I said, "Kya matlab veer, vo ek bachhi hai kaha jayege? Ek baar achhese check kijiye."("What do you mean, veer? She's just a child, where will she go? Please check properly once.") It was hard to believe that he could let me down over something so simple. Up until now, he had never disappointed me like this.

"Humne pure Rajasthan meh unke baare meh puchh tach karvayi hai hukum, magar... vo sun san gali jo hmare palace se kuchh dur hai, vaha ke baad unhe kisi ne nahi dekha hukum sa. Hume dar hai hukum sa kuchh galt na ho... Or aaj fir khabar aayi hai trucks ravaan hone wale hai."("We've inquired about them throughout Rajasthan, sir, but... beyond the quiet streets near our palace, no one has seen them, sir. We fear, sir, that something might be wrong... And today, we've received news that trucks are about to depart.")

He said it all in one breath, trying to connect the dots. I could sense his urgency, his fear, but how could this be? She is just a baby, innocent and unaware. My heart refused to accept what Veer was implying. The mere thought of her being involved in something so dangerous was unbearable.

The sun-san gali he mentioned sent a chill down my spine. It was a place known for its eerie silence, and the idea of her being lost there was horrifying. And now, with trucks set to leave, the situation felt even more dire. I struggled to keep my composure, fighting against the rising tide of panic and disbelief.

I took a deep breath and said, "Location bhejiye. Aaj hum khud vaha jayege."( Send the location , I will myself today will go there )I knew I couldn't afford to stay back, not this time. It wasn't just about me anymore; others needed me, needed my presence in this critical moment. The weight of the situation pressed down on me, but I felt a sense of resolve. I had to be there, not just for them, but for my own peace of mind.

I felt the urgency in my voice, the determination that had become almost second nature. The uncertainty of what lay ahead was daunting, but I was ready to face it. I had to. There was no other option. This was my responsibility, and I had to fulfill it.

"Ji hukum sa," ( ohk king )he replied. I ended the call, threw the phone onto the bed, and went to change my clothes. I knew I had to act quickly. The situation was serious, and I needed to be ready. As I changed, I felt the urgency pushing me to move faster. This wasn't just about me anymore; I had to be there for others.

"Aap jo bhi hai, bas surakshit rahiye ga. Hum pehli baar chahte hai ki Veer ka andaza galat sabit ho,"("Whatever you are, just stay safe. For the first time, we hope that Veer's estimate is proven wrong.") I thought to myself. The idea of her being in a situation I had seen too many times before made my heart feel like it was stopping.

I got ready in my black clothes, loaded my guns, and left for the palace in my black Thar.

Author's POV

In an ancient palace, half under construction, a dim light flickered uncertainly. Over a hundred girls were gathered in a single room. The scene was brutal; some were enduring cigarette burns, while others lay almost lifeless from unimaginable torture. It was a nightmare no girl ever wanted to experience.

A man in his 40s approached a girl who appeared to be in relatively good condition, though she seemed to be unconscious due to drugs.

The man came in front of her, seated himself nearby, and leaned in to speak softly while saying, "Ye chhori, ab uth bhi ja. Kab tak tadpayegi hume?"("This girl, she should wake up now. How long will she torment us?")

As he spoke, the girl slowly opened her eyes. Startled to see an unknown person so close, fear gripped her, and she instinctively tried to escape. However, her back pressed against a wall behind her, trapping her.

As she glimpsed the figure in the dim light, her voice quivered with uncertainty, "Kon ho tum, Hume yaha kiu laya hai?" ( Who are you you bring me here)The man's approach sent shivers down her spine, his smile hauntingly eerie.

"Tum hukum ko janti ho or mujhe nhi," ( you know king but don't me ) he uttered, his words slicing through the silence, his grin resembling that of a madman.

Confusion clouded Siya's expression as she confronted him, "Kon hukum or hai kon be tu?" ( Who is the king and who the hell are you )His response only deepened her perplexity.

"Are waah...., lgta hai tbhi hukum marte hai tujhpe," ( wow.... seems that's why the king is loved you )he remarked, a smirk dancing on his lips as he observed her reaction with amusement.

Her voice sliced through the tense air, laced with defiance as she demanded, "Kiski baat kar raha hai, or mujhe yaha kiu laya hai?"( Who the hell are you talking about and why did you bring me here)Her body tensed, every muscle coiled with the urge to strike, to unleash the fury simmering within her. The desire to end him pulsed in her mind, a relentless drumbeat echoing her determination.

"Are wahi jiska tu dupaher meh hath pakad ke ghum Rahi thi," ( the same person, whose hand you are holding in this afternoon)he uttered, his words laced with a knowing tone. He revealed his presence during her encounter earlier, a fact she had been unaware of until now.

"Vo vo koi hukum nhi hai,"( he.. he is not the king ) she stammered, her voice softening as she recalled the encounter. The man she once viewed as a cute commoner, both before and after leaving the palace, now stood as Mr. Unknown in her mind.

He stood before her, a menacing smirk on his face as he uttered the words, "Ab bahar ki chhori Hume btayegi ki kon hukum h Rajasthan ka." ( Now the outside girl will told us who is the king of Rajasthan)His voice dripped with arrogance and contempt. As he spoke, he reached out, his hand moving towards her face with an unmistakable intent.

Disgust churned in her stomach as she saw the vile intentions in his eyes. The audacity of this man, thinking he could intimidate her, infuriated her. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, her fists clenching at her sides.

"Kya sachme?" ( Really)She shot back, her voice sharp and laden with anger. She refused to back down. He needed to know that she wasn't someone who would cower or be subdued by his advances.

He sneered at her, his words dripping with mockery, "Toh aur kya laga tha tujhe? Koi bhi aira gaira insaan mahal le jata tujhe." ( So what did you think girl , who have to audacity other than king to let you enter in his own palace)As he finished speaking, he made another attempt to touch her, his fingers inching closer.

But this time, she was ready. She swiftly stood up, moving to the other side, putting distance between them. Her heart pounded with a mix of anger and defiance. She stared him down, refusing to let fear show on her face. He needed to understand that she wasn't someone to be trifled with, that his attempts to intimidate her would not succeed.

In a dimly lit room, she stood trembling, her eyes wide with fear and confusion. Her voice cracked as she demanded, "Aah, chhod mujhe! Kon hai tu? Kiu laya hai yah mujhe?"( Aah... Leave me ) Desperation laced every word as she struggled to understand her predicament.

He, unmoved by her plea, tightened his grip on her already loosened, cascading hair, his fingers intertwining with the dark strands. The harshness of his hold contrasted sharply with the delicate nature of her hair, causing her to wince in pain. Her eyes, filled with a mixture of terror and defiance, glistened with unshed tears. They spilled over as she cried, the sobs wracking her body, each tear a testament to her suffering and unanswered questions.

"Jane de, mere bhai ko pata chala to chhodega nahi vo tujhe," ( leave me if my got too Know he will kill you )she managed to say between sobs, her voice trembling but firm. Tears streamed down her face as she pleaded, trying to convey the gravity of the situation. She wanted him to understand that her brother, a fierce protector, would stop at nothing to find her and ensure her safety. Her words were a desperate attempt to warn him, to make him realize the consequences of his actions, and to give herself a sliver of hope in this harrowing moment.

"Bhai?" he repeated, his voice dripping with mockery as he threw back his head and laughed. "Tera Bhai," he echoed, the sinister amusement in his tone growing louder. The cruel laughter filled the room, echoing off the walls and sending chills down her spine.

Then, with a twisted grin, he revealed the devastating truth that shattered her world. Her face, already tear-streaked, drained of color as she absorbed his words. The truth struck her like a blow, causing her to go silent. Tears continued to stream from her eyes, now red and swollen, but no sound escaped her lips. Her face flushed a deep, painful red, and her jewelry lay scattered on the ground, glinting mockingly in the dim light.

Still holding her hair in a merciless grip, he leaned in close, his breath hot and vile against her skin. "Are Rani sa, aapke Bhai hi to bech gaye aapko yaha... tchhhh... tchhhhhhhh," ( ohh my queen tour brother is the one who sold you here )he taunted, relishing her torment. His words were like a dagger to her soul, breaking her spirit and leaving her hollow. She stood there, eyes bloodshot and vacant, the reality of her betrayal sinking in. Not a word passed her lips after that, the silence more haunting than her earlier cries.

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