THE DEAL WITH THE DEVIL'S BRIDE
chapter 2
The private jet sliced through the clouds like a blade, and when its wheels kissed Bangalore’s runway, the city itself seemed to hold its breath.
The skies responded.
The blazing sun vanished—
swallowed by thunderclouds that rolled in with a vengeance.
Lightning cracked through the sky like a whip.
The wind howled, not in chaos, but in obedience.
As if the goddess they once feared… had returned to her throne.
On the tarmac, guards braced themselves.
Rain didn’t fall.
Not yet.
It simply hovered in the clouds, as if waiting for her first step onto the land.
The private jet’s door hissed open. A steel staircase descended.
Then—heels clicked.
One.
Two.
Three.
Alishya Agnihotri Romania appeared at the top of the stairs.
Draped in obsidian silk.
A thin diamond chain at her throat.
And eyes darker than the storm behind her.
She didn’t flinch as the thunder roared.
Didn’t blink as wind tugged at her hair.
She was the calm within the chaos.
No...
She was the chaos.
The goddess they once feared… had returned to her throne.
The skies still roared.
The clouds pulsed with wrath.
But the storm on the ground was louder.
From the other end of the private terminal, the gates groaned open—
and the ground began to vibrate.
Dozens of blacked-out luxury SUVs and armored sedans rolled in, like a fleet sent by kings.
Their engines purred like beasts hungry for war.
Behind them—
A legion of men dressed in sleek black suits, combat boots, earpieces tucked in.
Marching in perfect sync.
Not police.
Not government.
These men belonged to her.
Alishya Agnihotri Romania.
KALI.
Their leader.
Their shadow queen.
Their protector.
Warren christopher/ fl right hand and pa
Even the nature fears you ( voice filled with pride and respect)
Alishya agnihotri Romania/ fl
As it should
random civilians
Who the hell is she?
random civilians
She’s not from the government
random civilians
Who ever she is , she surely isn't someone to be messed with
random civilians
Alishya... the princess of Agnihotri?"
random civilians
"I thought she vanished after the Denmark fallout..
The jet door opened slowly.
And when she appeared—
every camera clicked.
Draped in a storm-black silk trench, sunglasses obscuring her eyes, heels that echoed like verdicts—
Alishya descended the stairs like the past owed her an apology.
random civilians
She’s arrived. Alishya Agnihotri Romania. The prodigal daughter. After five years
Warren stepped down behind alishya like her strongest piller that no weapon could ever destroy
Alishya agnihotri Romania/ fl
They see Alishya.
Not Kali.
Warren christopher/ fl right hand and pa
It easy to finish our work and sweep it under the mat this way young miss
Soon she was led to her car and was taken way to the royal mansion of the agnihotri Romania with a dozen other cars surrounding her
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