Chapter 31 The King Empire
The man catches my limp body in his arms. As he moves to carry me, my hand strikes against a sharp metal rod, tearing my palm open. A deep gash forms instantly, and blood begins to flow. But none of them react. They don’t care.
Without hesitation, the man carrying me walks toward a sleek black helicopter parked nearby. The air around it feels heavy with tension as the spinning blades begin to stir up dust and dry leaves.
He lays me on my back in the rear seat of the chopper. My long hair is messy, my face pale and still, blood slowly dripping from my injured hand. Without even glancing at me, he moves to the front seat beside the pilot and gives a signal. The rotors spin faster.
Within moments, the helicopter lifts off the ground, rising into the dusky sky with me lying unconscious inside. No one sees. No one knows. Mrs. Shobha keeps glancing at the clock again and again, her face tense, her heart restless.
Ruhi sits quietly in one corner, her eyes reflecting the same fear. Mr. Ajay and Rohit have gone out for work, leaving only Mrs. Shobha and Ruhi in the mansion.
Mrs. Shobha adjusts her dupatta again, pacing the hall anxiously. She picks up a glass of water, but her hands tremble so badly that the water spills over. Ruhi quickly stands and says softly, “Mom, please sit down, she will come home. Don’t worry so much.”
Mrs. Shobha’s eyes fill with tears. Her voice shakes as she replies, “Child, she went to the temple but she hasn’t returned yet. Her phone isn’t reachable. She’s never this late what if something has happened?”
Her words choke with fear, her heart racing with terrifying thoughts. Just then, footsteps echo from the main gate.
The door opens, and Karan walks in hurriedly, still holding his white doctor’s coat, clearly not even removed after returning from the hospital. Exhaustion shows on his face, but the moment he sees his mother worried, everything else disappears.
Stepping into the hall, Karan asks urgently, “Mom? What happened? Why do you look so worried?”
Mrs. Shobha turns to him at once, tears and fear in her eyes. “Son she went to the temple she hasn’t come back yet. There’s no news of her.”
Karan’s face goes pale. “She hasn’t come back yet?” he asks sharply. “Did you try calling her?”
“I did,” Mrs. Shobha replies in a trembling voice. “But her phone is switched off. I’m so scared, Child terrible thoughts keep coming to my mind.”
Without wasting a second, Karan throws his coat onto the sofa and rushes toward the door. “Mom, don’t worry I’ll find her. I’ll bring her home.”
“Son, be careful…” Mrs. Shobha calls out, but before she can finish, he is already gone.
As Karan nears the temple, something unusual catches his eye a car from Rajput Mansion parked on the roadside, the bold ‘R’ logo visible on the hood. He freezes for a second, then slams the brakes and pulls over.
Jumping out, heart pounding, he rushes to the car. Inside, the driver lies slumped over the steering wheel, unconscious. Panic grips Karan. He runs back to his car, grabs a bottle of water, and splashes it onto the driver’s face.
“Wake up! What happened? Where is she?” he demands urgently.
The driver slowly opens his eyes, trembling.
“S-sir… some men… they took madam… they kidnapped her…”
The ground seems to vanish beneath Karan’s feet. He grabs the driver by the collar, shaking him in fury. “Where did they take her? Which direction? Tell me!”
The driver stammers fearfully, “W-we don’t know, sir they knocked us out, I don’t remember anything…”
Karan’s fists clench, rage and helplessness burning in his chest. He immediately pulls out his phone and growls, “Track her phone right now. I need her location. I’m sending the last known coordinates hurry!”
Ending the call, he helps the shaken driver into his car. “I’ll drop you home. Get some rest,” he says firmly.
Karan drives off at high speed, his mind racing. There is only one thought now finding me before it’s too late.
Hours have passed and there is still no sign of me. The atmosphere inside Rajput Mansion feels unbearably heavy, soaked in grief and fear. No one is more restless than Karan and Mrs. Shobha. Night has long fallen, yet there is still no news of me.
Far away, in a completely different corner of the world in Scotland, Europe the weather turns merciless. The cold is at its peak. Snowflakes swirl violently through the air, and darkness blankets the city like a shroud, as if hiding some dreadful secret within its depths.
In one of the city’s most modern and elite quarters exists a place unlike any other a black city within a city. Every building, every road, every wall stands drenched in darkness, as though even light has fled in fear. And at the very heart of this shadowed domain rises an imposing, mysterious structure BLACK STATE.
The building is entirely black from the outside. Yet engraved upon it, in massive letters formed from diamond-like crystals, a name gleams through the darkness KING EMPIRES.
Inside, it feels like stepping into another realm. Dim lights flicker faintly, but most of the space remains swallowed by shadows. Strange, unsettling artworks line the walls. Plush carpets silence every footstep, and an icy stillness grips the air.
In the grand hall sits a man draped in a long black coat. His face is hidden behind a mask; only his cold, gleaming eyes are visible eyes filled with rage, hatred, and a deadly calm. In his hand, he slowly twirls a heavy paperweight, again and again, lost in dark contemplation.
Before him lies a table. On it rests my broken phone. The SIM card has been removed and snapped in two. The device itself is shattered every trace, every piece of evidence erased.
In one corner of the hall, I lie unconscious on a black couch. Blood drips steadily from my injured hand. My face is pale, almost blending with the cold darkness around me. My breathing is faint, barely noticeable. I am alive But I am completely still Motionless.