CHAPTER 27 — AFTER BEAST LEAVES THE COURT
As Aryan’s footsteps fade into the corridor,
a deep, heavy silence engulfs the entire royal hall.
It was the kind of silence
that happens only after a storm passes…
or right before another begins.
No one moved.
No one breathed loudly.
Everyone stood frozen.
**The Beast had left…
but his aura was still in the room.**Ministers Whisper — Fear & Confusion
The first sound comes from the council ministers—
a trembling whisper:
“Woh hum sab ko aise dara kyun deta hai…?”
Another replies:
“Darr nahi… yeh uski nature hai.
Beast ko tame karna mushkil hota hai.”
A third minister gulps:
“Agar woh sach me… hamara damaad ban gaya hai…
to rajya ki kismat badalne wali hai.”
Rajveera Sits Down — Shoulders Heavy
King Rajveera slowly lowers himself onto the throne—
his hands shaking slightly.
For the first time,
a Ruler who never feared even the Tiger Clan…
felt a man’s presence crushing his chest.
He whispers to himself:
**“Ye ladka…
yeh aakhri cheez thi jise main control kar sakta hoon.”**Arohi places a firm, calming hand on his shoulder.
She softly says:
“Aapne dekha?
Usne Guruji ki baat seedhe maan li.
Uske andar discipline bhi hai.”
But Rajveera’s eyes remain troubled.
“Haan… par wo discipline sirf ek aadmi ke liye hai—
Maha Guru.
Hum sab ke liye nahi.”
Maha Guru — The Only Calm One
Where everyone trembles,
Maha Guru remains perfectly calm.
Eyes half-closed,
hands on his staff,
breathing steady.
He speaks softly:
**“Beast ka gussa… uska bojh nahi hai.
Uska gussa… uska suraksha hai.”**Priests bow before him, whispering:
“Guruji, kya woh sach me hamara raja-ban-ne-wala hai?”
Guruji smiles subtly.
“Nahi…
woh kisi ka raja nahi banega.”
Court confused.
Maha Guru continues:
**“Woh rakshak banega.
Iss rajya ka shield banega… sword nahi.”**Court Begins Analyzing His Behavior
The council gathers around the center table.
One minister reads his notes nervously:
“Usne ek bhi sawaal nahi poocha…”
“Na protest kiya…”
“Bas ek hi aadmi ki taraf dekha — Guruji.”
Another minister adds:
“Toh control ka raasta bhi wohi hain.”
A young priest speaks up:
“Par uske andar ek asamanjss hai…
jaise woh khud nahi jaanta kyun sab uske saamne jhuke.”
Council agrees.
They realize Aryan doesn't understand his new position.
He doesn’t want respect.
He doesn’t seek royalty.
And that confused them even more.Political Fear Spreads Quietly
A senior minister whispers to Rajveera:
“Maharaj… agar Beast ne kuch galat decide kar liya toh hum kya karenge?”
Rajveera stiffens.
Before he can answer,
Maha Guru says:
“Aryan kabhi kuch galat nahi karega.”
The entire court looks at him.Guruji finishes:
“Jab tak Anaya uske saath hai.”
Everyone exchanges stunned glances.They finally understood:
The future of the kingdom
depended on the bond betweena feared Beast
and
a gentle princess.
Anaya’s Name Echoes in the Court
Arohi looks at Rajveera:
“Humari beti… uske saath…”
Rajveera closes his eyes.
“Haan… aur ab woh hi uski shanti ban sakti hai.”
A priest adds softly:
“Agar Aryan ne Anaya ko apna liya…
toh yeh rajya hamesha surakshit rahega.”
But another minister mutters:
“Agar unke rishte me daraar pad gayi…
toh hum sab barbaad ho jayenge.”
The weight of that truth
settles in the room like a heavy fog.
Ending Scene — The Court Breathes Again
Finally…
after what felt like eternity…
one guard dares to step forward and say:
“Maharaj…
Beast apne chamber me pahunch gaya hai.”
The entire court exhales together.
The storm had passed.
But everyone knew—
**This kingdom now lived
in the shadow and protectionof a Beast who didn’t even know
he was becoming their legend.**
CHAPTER 28 — The Garden Encounter
Evening in the Palace That Didn’t Feel Peaceful
Shaam ho chuki thi.
Suraj pahaadon ke peeche gir raha tha,
sky orange–purple ho gaya tha.
Palace garden,
jahan normally birds aur soft breeze hoti thi—
aaj bhi calm lag raha tha…
Par Aryan ke andar koi calm nahi tha.
Beast mode se bahar aakar
body rest chah rahi thi,
par mind alert tha.
Aur sabse irritating cheez—
log.
Everyone Bowing for a Reason He Doesn’t Know
Aryan garden ki taraf walk kar raha tha.
Do guards ne usse dekhte hi
instant bow kiya.
Ek servant jhaadu laga raha tha—
Aryan aate hi
kneel down ho gaya.
Ek royal lady
jons flower basket le ja rahi thi—
Aryan ke pass se guzar rahi thi
aur suddenly ruka…
bow kiya…
phir seedhe saamne dekh kar walk.
Aryan ka face tighten ho gaya.
“Yeh sab mere aage jhuk kyun rahe hain?”
Woh kisi ka king nahi,
kisi ka master nahi,
kisi ka leader nahi.
But everyone
was treating him like royalty…
or worse—
A divine weapon.
Aryan’s irritation grew.
The Garden That Should’ve Been Peaceful
Garden soft lamps se glow kar raha tha.
Fountains ki halki awaaz aa rahi thi.
Flowers me mild fragrance.
Aryan finally yahan ruk gaya.
Woh deep breath le kar
thodi thandak feel karna chahta tha.
Jungle me palne ka aadat—
waha tanha jagah uska sanctuary hoti thi.
Par palace me…
solitude bhi strange lag raha tha.
Woh ek stone bench ke paas ja raha tha
jab suddenly—
He sensed something.
Presence.
Breathing.
Heartbeat.
Emotional tremble.
Predator instinct ON.
The Presence Behind the Pillar
Aryan instantly turn hua.
Aur waha—
garden ke marble pillar ke peeche—
Anaya khadi thi.
White dress,
loose hair,
nervous fingers,
eyes wide.
Woh dar bhi rahi thi,
aur attract bhi.
Her breath fast thi,
jaise himmat jod rahi ho.
Anaya whisper jaisi awaaz me:
“Woh… main…”
She didn’t even know
kya kehna hai.
Woh do din se Aryan ko dekh rahi thi.
Chahe unconscious…
chahe court me still.
Chahe walk karte hue.
Aur aaj…
woh saamne tha.
Unfiltered.
Dangerous.
Calm.
Cold.
Unaware ke woh uska pati ban chuka hai.
Aryan’s Reaction: Zero Interest
Aryan ne Anaya ko
head-to-toe scan kiya.
She was clearly scared.
Clearly struggling.
Clearly royal.
But Aryan ne bas
apni eyes wapas garden me turn kar li.
Zero interest.
Zero curiosity.
Zero acknowledgement.
He didn’t know
ke woh uski wife hai.
He didn’t know
ke destiny ne unke rishte ko seal kiya.
He just thought:
“Ek aur royal ladki…
jo meri presence se dar rahi hai.”
Jo normal tha for him.
Aryan Sits Like Nothing Happened
Aryan stone bench par jaakar
quietly baith gaya.
Back straight.
Shoulders relaxed.
Jaw firm.
Eyes half-closed.
Thoda breeze face par aa rahi thi.
Anaya looking helpless:
“Main… woh…
shayad… thank you bolne…”
She couldn’t complete.
Words stuck.
Voice soft.
Aryan didn’t turn.
He just said calmly:
“…?”
Aise jaise koi sound suna hi nahi.
Uska cold aura
Anaya ke heart par
ek heavy pressure daal raha tha.
Anaya Panics And Runs
Aryan ki calm indifference
Anaya ke liye aur zyada overwhelming ho gayi.
Woh expect kar rahi thi—
shayad ek look,
shayad ek question,
shayad ek reaction…
But Aryan acted
as if she didn’t exist.
Anaya ke throat me knot aa gaya.
Hands cold ho gaye.
Eyes tear up hone lagi.
“Main baad me…
baat kar lungi…”
Woh halki si back step li
aur phir…
RUN.
She turned
and literally bhaag gayi
garden ke exit ki taraf.
Dress ke edges hawa me hilte hue,
hair flying,
heart pounding.
Aryan’s Calm Indifference
Aryan ne ek baar bhi
peeche mujh kar nahi dekha.
Woh bas bench par baitha raha,
hands folded,
expression still blank.
Inside, usne sirf itna socha:
“She’s scared.
Normal.”
Jise vo jaanta nahi,
uska reaction yahi hota hai.
Woh Anaya ki panic ko
kuch special nahi samajh raha tha.
Bas ek terrified royal girl.
He didn’t know
ke woh uski wife ban chuki hai.
He didn’t know
ke woh princess ka heart
tod raha hai.
He didn’t know
ke destiny un dono ko
zor se push kar rahi hai—
par bandhan abhi adhura hai.
Aryan quietly stared at the sky,
thinking:
“Mujhe yahan sab ajeeb lagta hai.”
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CHAPTER 29 — Everyone Treats Him Like a Prince
A Morning That Felt Wrong
Aryan subah garden se wapas apne royal chamber me aaya.
Normal log jaise walk nahi karte —
woh ek predator ki tarah silent steps me move karta hai.
Jab woh room me enter hua,
palace servants already khade the:
“Pranam, Aryan ji.”
“Aapki breakfast ready hai.”
“Aapke liye special herbal bath tayaar kiya hai.”
Aryan ne door frame par hi rukkar
unhe blank stare diya.
Unke faces par fear + respect ka strange mix.
Aryan’s mind:
“Breakfast?”
“Herbal bath?”
“Pranam?”
Woh silently room me move hua
aur servants aur zyada jhuk gaye.
Aryan ke andar irritation rise hua.
Servants Kneel Like He’s Royalty
Ek servant tray lekar aaya:
“Yeh aapke liye royal fruits…”
Aryan:
“Royal…?”
Dusra servant kneel down hua
aur bola:
“Aapka armour polish karke rakh diya hai, Swami.”
Aryan freeze.
“Swami?
Main?”
Teesra servant:
“Aapka bed fresh flowers se decorate kiya hai.”
Aryan ki eyebrow twitch.
Anger nahi…
pure confusion.
Meal Fit for a King (Which He Didn’t Want)
Breakfast tray open hua—
golden plates,
exotic fruits,
mountain honey,
royal bread.
Aryan ne ek piece uthaya
aur parakh kar bola:
“Yeh sab… mujh par waste ho raha hai.”
Usko simple food chahiye.
Ashram ka dry roti chal jaati hai.
Jungle ka fruit chal jaata hai.
Ye fancy food usse chub raha tha.
Servant nervously:
“Beast… ji… aapke liye hi banaya hai.”
Aryan:
“…Beast ji?”
Guards Kneel When He Walks
Aryan hall me walk kar raha tha.
Jaisi hi woh pass hota—
guards kneel.
Not bow.
Kneel.
Ek guard to literally trembling ho gaya.
Aryan ruk gaya.
Straight face.
Dead calm.
“Tum log aisa kyun kar rahe ho?”
Guard:
“A-Aap rajkumari ke… uh…”
Dusre guard ne uske muh par haath rakh diya
taaki woh truth na bol de.
First guard stuttered:
“…Aap hamare rakshak ho.”
Aryan’s jaw tightened:
“Main soldier nahi.
Na prince.
Na rakshak.”
Guard triplets gulp.
Court Treats Him Like a Ruler
Aryan royal court me jaakar
corner me quiet khada ho gaya.
Ministers:
“Please sit on the royal seat.”
Aryan:
“Main yahan khada theek hoon.”
Minister:
“Par aap hamare… special guest—”
Aryan ne minister ko aisi look di
ki aadmi ki awaaz ruk gayi.
Court ladies whisper:
“Bas yeh hi unka raw power hai.”
“Kisi god ke avatar lagte hain…”
Aryan ne sab suna
aur irritation aur badh gaya.
The Best Chamber, Which He Hated
Royals ne Aryan ko
king-size room,
silk bedding,
fragrant oils,
golden furniture,
aur private balcony di hui thi.
Aryan balcony me stood
hands folded, mind burning:
“Yeh kya ho raha hai?”
“Main koi royal nahi.”
“Na maine yeh मांगा.”
“Yeh sab mere liye kyun?”
He couldn’t understand
why a warrior like him
was suddenly treated like a prince.
Even Anaya
garden me aaj tak
kuch bol nahi paayi thi.
Woh bhi usse bow kar rahi thi.
And Aryan had no idea why.
Servants Start Calling Him “Rajkumari ke…”
Ek servant room me enter hua
fresh water jug lekar.
But servant ke muh se ek word nikal gaya
jo sab kuch expose kar deta…
“Rajkumari ke—”
Woh instantly ruk gaya,
muh band kar liya,
face pale ho gaya.
Aryan ne step forward liya—
slow, intimidating.
“Rajkumari ke…
kya?”
Servant sweating:
“K-Kuch nahi!
Bas… galti ho gayi…”
Aryan narrowed his eyes.
Dangerous silence filled the room.
“Guruji se baat karni hogi.”
He walked out.
Servant collapsed on the floor.
Aryan Finally Goes to Guruji
Aryan hall me walk karta hua
seedha Guruji ke chamber me gaya.
Wahan Guruji
mountain scriptures read kar rahe the.
Aryan entered—
no bow,
no hesitation.
“Guruji.”
Guruji raised his eyes calmly.
Aryan’s voice low, angry, confused:
“Yeh sab mere saath kyun ho raha hai?”
“Sab log jhuk kyun rahe hain?”
“Yeh treatment kyun?”
“Main kya ban gaya hoon yahan?”
Aryan’s final line:“Guruji… sach batao.”
Guruji closed the scripture slowly.
His expression changed—
Time to drop the bomb.
CHAPTER 30 — Maha Guru Drops the Bomb
The Confrontation Begins
Aryan Guruji ke chamber me stood still—
back straight,
jaw clenched,
eyes sharp.
Woh kabhi questions nahi karta.
Woh kabhi complain nahi karta.
Par aaj…
“Guruji.”
Unki voice me
confusion ka ek rare shadow tha.
Guruji ne scripture close kiya
aur calmly Aryan ki taraf dekha.
Room me brass lamp jal raha tha,
dono ke faces half light, half shadow.
Aryan ne low voice me poocha:
**“Guruji…
yeh sab mere saath treat kyun kar rahe hain?”**Aryan’s Confusion Out Loud
Aryan stepped forward,
tone controlled…
par frustration clearly feel ho raha tha:
“Mujhe sab prince jaisa treat kar rahe hain.”
“Sab mere aage jhukte hain.”
“Mujhe best room, best khana, best sab kuch kyun mil raha hai?”
“Mere saamne guard kneel kyun karte hain?”
His nostrils flared.
Voice deeper hui.
“Main koi royal nahi.”
“Toh yeh sab mere liye kyun?”
Aryan finally said the line
that Guruji expected since morning:
“Guruji… mujhe sach batao.”
Guruji’s Silence Hits Harder Than Words
Guruji kuch seconds tak kuch nahi bole.
Unka silence
Aryan ke andar ka anxiety aur tighten kar raha tha.
Aryan normally cold rahata hai,
emotionless,
but right now—
his heartbeat increased.
Guruji ne finally deep breath li
aur calmly bola:
“Aryan…”
Pause.
Aryan’s shoulders stiff.
Eyes locked on Guruji.
“…ek bahut bada sach batana hai.”
Room ka temperature jaise drop ho gaya.
The Bomb Preparing to Drop
Guruji’s tone was gentle…
but firm.
Like telling fate itself.
“Jo abhi tak tumhare saath ho raha hai…
uska ek hi karan hai.”
Aryan’s brows slightly pull together—
first sign of worry.
Guruji continued:
“Woh respect,
woh treatment,
woh jhukna…”
Aryan whispered:
“Kyun?”
Guruji finally spoke:
“Aryan… tumhari shaadi ho chuki hai.”
Aryan’s First Real Shock
Aryan’s eyes
—jo kabhi widen nahi hote—
SLIGHTLY open hue.
For him,
ye reaction bohot bada tha.
Breath stuck.
Muscles froze.
Ek warrior
jo Tiger Clan solo defeat kar sakta hai…
jisko dard se koi farq nahi padta…
Aaj actual shock feel kar raha tha.
“Shaadi…?”
Word uske muh se nikal bhi nahi paaya.
Guruji Continues the Storm
Guruji ne Aryan ke reaction ko dekha—
wo confused beast nahi…
ek lost ladka tha.
Guruji spoke softly:
**“Haan, Aryan.
Tumhari shaadi ho chuki hai…”**Aryan abhi bhi still.
Hands clenched slightly.
Breathing uneven but controlled.
Guruji continued:
“…Rajveera ki beti se.”
Aryan blinked.Once.
Slow.
Confused.
Shocked.
Guruji ended the truth:
“Anaya.”
The Storm Inside the Beast
Room me silence heavy ho gaya.
Aryan khada tha—
expression blank…
but eyes hollow.
Inside his mind:
• “Shaadi…?”
• “Kab?”
• “Kaise?”
• “Kis se?”
• “Mujhe kyun nahi pata?”
• “Kya main ne kuch kiya?”
He didn’t move.
Didn’t breathe properly.
Didn’t blink again.
A warrior
who survived streets, hunger, gangs,
whose heart never shakes…
Aaj uska dil
ek unknown emotion me drown kar raha tha.
Shock.
Confusion.
Fear?
Anger?
Guilt?
Blankness?
He didn’t know.
The Freeze-Frame of Destiny
Guruji quietly watched him.
He knew this moment
would break Aryan from inside
before remaking him again.
Aryan ki body still…
face expressionless…
but andar ka storm
khud Aryan bhi samajh nahi paaya.
Woh whisper jaisi voice me bolta hai:
“…Anaya?”
Bas ek naam.
Bas ek question.
Aur iss ek question se
fate officially active ho chuka tha.
Door ke peeche Anaya khadi thi…
aj tak unse baat tak nahi hui…
par destiny ne unhe jod diya tha.
And Aryan finally realises—
everything has changed.
Scene freezes
on Aryan’s blank face
and a silent storm brewing inside him.
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CHAPTER 30 — Maha Guru Drops the Bomb
The Confrontation Begins
Aryan Guruji ke chamber me stood still—
back straight,
jaw clenched,
eyes sharp.
Woh kabhi questions nahi karta.
Woh kabhi complain nahi karta.
Par aaj…
“Guruji.”
Unki voice me
confusion ka ek rare shadow tha.
Guruji ne scripture close kiya
aur calmly Aryan ki taraf dekha.
Room me brass lamp jal raha tha,
dono ke faces half light, half shadow.
Aryan ne low voice me poocha:
**“Guruji…
yeh sab mere saath treat kyun kar rahe hain?”**
Aryan’s Confusion Out Loud
Aryan stepped forward,
tone controlled…
par frustration clearly feel ho raha tha:
“Mujhe sab prince jaisa treat kar rahe hain.”
“Sab mere aage jhukte hain.”
“Mujhe best room, best khana, best sab kuch kyun mil raha hai?”
“Mere saamne guard kneel kyun karte hain?”
His nostrils flared.
Voice deeper hui.
“Main koi royal nahi.”
“Toh yeh sab mere liye kyun?”
Aryan finally said the line
that Guruji expected since morning:
“Guruji… mujhe sach batao.”
Guruji’s Silence Hits Harder Than Words
Guruji kuch seconds tak kuch nahi bole.
Unka silence
Aryan ke andar ka anxiety aur tighten kar raha tha.
Aryan normally cold rahata hai,
emotionless,
but right now—
his heartbeat increased.
Guruji ne finally deep breath li
aur calmly bola:
“Aryan…”
Pause.
Aryan’s shoulders stiff.
Eyes locked on Guruji.
“…ek bahut bada sach batana hai.”
Room ka temperature jaise drop ho gaya.
The Bomb Preparing to Drop
Guruji’s tone was gentle…
but firm.
Like telling fate itself.
“Jo abhi tak tumhare saath ho raha hai…
uska ek hi karan hai.”
Aryan’s brows slightly pull together—
first sign of worry.
Guruji continued:
“Woh respect,
woh treatment,
woh jhukna…”
Aryan whispered:
“Kyun?”
Guruji finally spoke:
Aryan’s First Real Shock
Aryan’s eyes
—jo kabhi widen nahi hote—
SLIGHTLY open hue.
For him,
ye reaction bohot bada tha.
Breath stuck.
Muscles froze.
Ek warrior
jo Tiger Clan solo defeat kar sakta hai…
jisko dard se koi farq nahi padta…
Aaj actual shock feel kar raha tha.
“Shaadi…?”
Word uske muh se nikal bhi nahi paaya.
Guruji Continues the Storm
Guruji ne Aryan ke reaction ko dekha—
wo confused beast nahi…
ek lost ladka tha.
Guruji spoke softly:
**“Haan, Aryan.
Tumhari shaadi ho chuki hai…”**
Aryan abhi bhi still.
Hands clenched slightly.
Breathing uneven but controlled.
Guruji continued:
“…Rajveera ki beti se.”
Aryan blinked.
Once.
Slow.
Confused.
Shocked.
Guruji ended the truth:
“Anaya.”
The Storm Inside the Beast
Room me silence heavy ho gaya.
Aryan khada tha—
expression blank…
but eyes hollow.
Inside his mind:
• “Shaadi…?”
• “Kab?”
• “Kaise?”
• “Kis se?”
• “Mujhe kyun nahi pata?”
• “Kya main ne kuch kiya?”
He didn’t move.
Didn’t breathe properly.
Didn’t blink again.
A warrior
who survived streets, hunger, gangs,
whose heart never shakes…
Aaj uska dil
ek unknown emotion me drown kar raha tha.
Shock.
Confusion.
Fear?
Anger?
Guilt?
Blankness?
He didn’t know.
The Freeze-Frame of Destiny
Guruji quietly watched him.
He knew this moment
would break Aryan from inside
before remaking him again.
Aryan ki body still…
face expressionless…
but andar ka storm
khud Aryan bhi samajh nahi paaya.
Woh whisper jaisi voice me bolta hai:
“…Anaya?”
Bas ek naam.
Bas ek question.
Aur iss ek question se
fate officially active ho chuka tha.
Door ke peeche Anaya khadi thi…
aj tak unse baat tak nahi hui…
par destiny ne unhe jod diya tha.
And Aryan finally realises—
everything has changed.
Scene freezes
on Aryan’s blank face
and a silent storm brewing inside him.