03

CHAPTER NO THREE

Author's POV

The Rajvanshi's Mansion loomed against the blood-orange sky like a beast carved from stone and shadow. It was a place where mercy was a forgotten language, where the walls had heard more screams than prayers, and where pain had become as routine as the rising sun. They drank blood like fine wine, aged, rich, and satisfying, and spent money as if it grew on the twisted trees that lined their estate.

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Ettexane

Started as a fun and here I go disturbing your sleep schedule.