The King's Contracted Bride

Narrator’s POV

“How dare you betray me?” The voice was low, cold, and deadly calm, yet it echoed through the silent mountains like thunder.

The man lying on the ground trembled violently. Blood soaked the rocky surface beneath him as his chest rose and fell in painful, uneven breaths. His eyes widened with terror as he stared up at the man standing before him.

“P-please… forgive me… I didn’t mean to..”

“Silence.” Just one word was enough to shut him up instantly.

The wind howled fiercely around them, carrying the smell of blood through the cold mountain air. The sky above was pitch black, as if even the moon had refused to witness what was about to happen tonight.

Standing in the center of the haunted cliff was a man surrounded by armed guards.

A tall figure dressed entirely in black.

A long black coat moved slightly with the wind, and dark sunglasses hid his eyes even in the dead of night.

He looked calm.

Too calm.

Like death itself had taken human form.

His name was Samar Rajput. But the world knew him by another name, SR. A name that made powerful men fall silent.

The injured man on the ground tried to crawl backward, his body shaking with fear.

“SR… please… I swear I won’t betray you again…” SR tilted his head slightly.

Behind the dark glasses, his sharp hazel-green eyes studied the man like a predator watching wounded prey.

“Again?” SR repeated quietly, His voice held no anger.

That was the terrifying part.

“I gave you everything,” SR continued calmly. “Power. Money. Protection.”

He slowly stepped closer.

Each step felt heavier than the last, “And you still chose betrayal.”

The man began crying now, “I was forced! They threatened my family!”

SR stopped walking.

For a moment, silence swallowed the entire cliff.

Even the wind seemed to pause.

Then SR spoke again, his voice colder than the mountain air, “That sounds like your problem.”

The man’s eyes widened in horror.

SR slowly pulled a sleek black gun from inside his coat.

His movement was smooth.

Effortless.

Like he had done it a thousand times before, “N-no… please… please don’t...”

DHAAMM!!! The gunshot exploded through the mountains.

Birds scattered into the dark sky.

The man’s body jerked once… then fell completely still.

Silence returned.

SR didn’t even look at the corpse again.

To him, it was nothing more than a mistake that had been corrected.

He slid the gun back into his coat and turned away.

“Clean this,” he said calmly.

His bodyguards immediately moved forward.

Meanwhile, SR walked toward the sleek black BMW parked nearby.

Within seconds, the convoy of black cars began driving down the dark mountain road.

Behind them, the lifeless body remained abandoned in the cold night.

Just like the man’s existence itself… erased.

After nearly twenty minutes, the convoy stopped in front of Villa.

Calling it a villa, however, felt like an insult.

The mansion stood tall on the side of the mountain, glowing faintly against the darkness.

SR stepped out of the car without a word.

His guards followed him instantly.

As he approached the entrance, a hidden biometric scanner detected him.

Beep.

The large door slid open automatically.

Inside, the mansion looked like paradise, Glass walls, Luxurious interiors, Modern design. But beneath that beauty, Hell existed.

Without stopping, SR walked toward the staircase leading underground.

His guards followed closely.

The deeper they went, the colder the air became.

The basement was dimly lit. Iron-bar cells lined the corridor.

Inside them were prisoners, Some crying. Some screaming.

Some silently staring at the floor, completely broken.

“Take him out,” SR ordered coldly.

Two guards opened one of the cells and dragged a terrified man out by his hair.

They threw him onto the floor in front of SR.

The prisoner’s entire body shook violently.

“Please… I didn’t do anything…” SR crouched slowly in front of him.

“I know,” SR replied calmly.

For a second, hope appeared in the man’s eyes.

Then SR grabbed his throat suddenly.

The prisoner gasped for air.

“I don’t punish people because they did something,” SR whispered near his ear.

His grip tightened.

“I punish them because I want to.”

The guards stepped back instantly.

Everyone knew what it meant when SR handled someone himself.

It meant the devil had arrived.

SR threw the man violently onto the floor.

Then he took out a small remote and pressed a button. A heavy steel door opened with a loud metallic sound.

Inside was a horrifying chamber filled with glowing coils, sharp blades, chains, and torture devices.

The prisoner screamed in pure terror. SR looked at the room for a moment. Then he turned away.

“Take him,” he said calmly.

The guards dragged the screaming man inside.

SR walked back upstairs without looking back.

Moments later, he stepped outside into the cold mountain air again.

The night had grown quieter.

The wind brushed against the edge of his coat as he stood there silently.

Then suddenly… A deep growl echoed from the darkness. The guards instantly reached for their weapons.

But SR didn’t move. From the shadows of the forest… A massive lion slowly stepped into the moonless night. Its golden eyes locked directly onto SR.

The lion stopped a few steps away from SR, its heavy breaths visible in the cold night air. The guards froze, fingers still resting on their guns.

“Relax,” SR said calmly.

The lion slowly circled him once… then sat beside him like a silent guardian.

But suddenly, A faint sound came from the dark forest.

A twig snapped.

SR’s smile faded instantly. His eyes sharpened behind the glasses. Someone was there.

Watching.

The lion growled low in its throat, staring into the shadows.

Then a soft voice echoed from the darkness, “So… you’re the devil everyone fears.”

TO BE COUNTINUE...!!!