𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐃: 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐀

~2. MY PROPERTY ♡

As soon as the man carried Shreya out of the club, three men along with a few bodyguards were waiting outside. Their eyes widened in disbelief.

They had always assumed he was indifferent to women, keeping his distance from them. But today... today, he was holding a girl in his arms.

Rudra, one of them, couldn't hide his shock. "Bhai... who is she? Why are you carrying her in your arms?"

The man glanced at Rudra with a piercing stare, then without a word, walked straight to his car. Shreya, still unconscious, rested completely in his embrace as he settled into the vehicle.

"Drive home," he ordered the driver, his voice calm but authoritative.

The rest of the men followed silently, leaving the night behind them. Behind their car, three sleek Mercedes followed, accompanied by the bodyguards' vehicles. The streets were nearly empty, the hum of the engines the only sound breaking the night's silence.

After a while, the convoy reached a vast, luxurious mansion. The sheer magnitude of it made it look more like a palace than a home.

Of course-it was the residence of Ekaksh Singh Rathore, the King of Rajasthan.

Ekaksh, the man who had just carried Shreya in his arms, was no ordinary man. Known worldwide as a powerful businessman and weapon manufacturer, his influence stretched far beyond India. The world called him the Weapon King, and the demand for his creations was unmatched across continents.

As Ekaksh stepped out of the car and moved toward the mansion, his friend, Aarav, leaned over and whispered in a mix of concern and amusement,

"Ekaksh... look inside. Your grandfather is there. What are you going to tell him?"

Ekaksh glanced sharply at Aarav, his expression unreadable, before turning away. Without uttering a single word, he strode toward the mansion, Shreya still unconscious in his arms.

Aarav raised both hands in mock surrender. "I'm not going in there. I'm heading home before your drama begins."

Rudra scoffed, "Aww, dhokebaaz , bhai aise dost mat paala kro aap..!"

By the time they finished bickering, Ekaksh had already entered the mansion.

Inside, Hriday Singh Rathore, the patriarch of the Rathore family, sat waiting in the grand hall, his cane resting beside him. His sharp eyes moved toward the entrance as the heavy doors opened.

And then he froze.

Ekaksh-his eldest grandson-walked in, carrying an unconscious girl in his arms. The sight left the old man speechless.

Never in his life had he seen Ekaksh so close to a woman. The man who kept the world at arm's length, especially women, was now holding one as if she belonged there.

Moments later, Rudra and Ayush followed. Rudra immediately slipped behind Ayush, trying to hide, his slightly tipsy state making him stumble.

Hriday's stern gaze shifted to Ekaksh.
"Who is this girl," he asked slowly, "and why have you brought her here?"

Before Ekaksh could answer, Rudra blurted out nervously, "Dadaji, I told Bhai it wasn't right to bring her here!"

Hriday's brows rose, and his tone softened in sudden realization. "Wait... is she your girlfriend?"

The room fell silent. Ayush's jaw dropped. Rudra blinked, almost choking on air.

And then, without hesitation, Ekaksh said quietly, "Yes."