Chapter 6: Two Storms, One Throne
Their final test came when rival forces challenged Rishab’s control, threatening to tear everything apart.
They stood back to back—not in chaos, but calculation.
Samayra handled the legal world.
Rishab ruled the underground.
The attack failed.
Not because of violence alone—but because strategy defeated brutality.
When it was over, Mumbai whispered new stories.
About the king who ruled the shadows.
And the woman whose silence commanded them.
On the rooftop of the city that never slept, Rishab took Samayra’s hand.
“No one owns us,” he said quietly. “We choose this.”
She squeezed his hand once. “Together.”
They didn’t promise forever.
They didn’t need to.
They had power.
They had freedom.
And they had each other—without chains, without fear.
Two rulers.
Two storms.
Standing side by side.
Not surviving the world—
owning it.
