🌑 Scene — Sirajpur Docks (Midnight. War Zone.)

The night wasn’t silent. It was loaded.

Gun clicks. Footsteps. Shadowed silhouettes moving like ghosts between containers.

A black SUV screeched to a halt. Sagar stepped out — dressed head-to-toe in black. Bulletproof vest. Sleeves rolled. Tattoo peeking. Mafia king mode: on.

And right behind him… stepped Avantika.

Black fitted jacket. Combat boots. Hair tied high. A gun holster strapped to her thigh. Her eyes? Not the doe-eyed girl anymore. They screamed Queen. Ruthless. Ready. Regal.

Diwan blinked. Whispered to himself. “Bhabhi... matlab... full Mafia Queen ban gayi hai...”

🔥 Sagar (grinning dark):

"Dekha? Maine kaha tha... meri rani ka alag hi level hai."

Avantika (loading the gun):

"Tumhare saath hoon toh darr kaisa? Ab Samaira aur uske dosto ki band bajane ka waqt aa gaya hai."

🕸️ Scene — The Battlefield Prepares

Samaira stood across the dock, flanked by the rival mafia heir and her goons.

Samaira (mocking):

"Oh look... Sagar apni biwi ko leke aaya hai. Yahan shaadi rachaane ya maut baantne?"

Avantika stepped forward before Sagar could even open his mouth.

"Naa shaadi... naa maut... bas tera antim sanskaar karne aaye hain."

Even Sagar blinked. Diwan nearly coughed his lung out.

Sagar (grinning, whispering):

"Damn, main toh aur fida hota ja raha hoon."

💥 Gunfire. Chaos. Betrayal. Bullets Fly.

→ Sagar’s men and Samaira’s forces collided.

→ Gunshots. Fists. Knives. Sirajpur turned into a war ground.

Avantika wasn’t just hiding behind Sagar. She took cover, fired shots, hit two guards straight in the leg. A clean headshot to the third.

Diwan (yelling while reloading):

"Bhai! Bhabhi toh asli mafia nikli!"

Sagar (smirking while shooting):

"Ab to samajh aaya ki main kyu fida hoon."

⚔️ 1v1 — The Face-off: Avantika vs. Samaira

While Sagar and the rival mafia heir fought brutally, Avantika cornered Samaira.

Samaira pulled out a knife. "Tum jaise pyaar mein doobi aurat Mafia Queen ban gayi? Mazak hai kya?"

Avantika (dead serious):

"Galti bas itni hui tumse, Samaira... ki tumne mujhe kamzor samjha. Ab dekh... kaise ek rani apna raj bachati hai."

A dirty fight. Slaps. Kicks. Knives slicing skin. Blood — both theirs — stained the concrete.

In the end — Avantika pinned Samaira down, pressed the gun to her forehead.

Avantika (voice like fire):

"Yeh hai Prabhakar Empire ki asli Queen. Naam yaad rakh... Avantika Sagar Prabhakar."

BANG. — Not the head. Avantika shot Samaira’s shoulder — "Maut nahi... saza zinda rehke bhugatna padega tujhe."

🔥 Scene — Sagar’s Battle Ends Simultaneously

With a knife to the rival heir’s throat, Sagar hissed, “Sirajpur ka raja main hoon. Aur meri rani ke saath jo karega... uska anjaam sirf maut hai.”

SLASH. Done.

🖤 Scene — After the War

Sagar walked toward Avantika — covered in blood, bruised knuckles, but with that same lazy smirk.

He grabbed her waist. Pulled her against him.

Sagar (husky whisper):

"Dekha... bola tha na... tu meri duniya hai. Meri rani. Aur yeh pura andhera... ab tera hai."

Avantika (smirking back, breathless):

"Aur tu... mera junoon hai. Mera mafia king."

He crashed his lips onto hers — not soft, not sweet — but raw, desperate, and devastatingly possessive. Bullets still clinking on the ground as background music.

🌹 Closing Scene — Throne for Two

Back in the mansion, Sagar and Avantika sat side by side in the main office.

→ His hand rested over hers — fingers interlocked.

→ On the table: A whiskey glass, a gun, and a crown emblem of the Prabhakar Empire.

Sagar:

"From now on... Sirajpur sirf Prabhakar ka nahi... Avantika ka bhi hai."

She smiled. “Queen of His Dark Empire.”

Together:

"Aur jo bhi hume todne ki koshish karega... unka anjaam wahi hoga... maut ya barbaadi."

FADE OUT.

AUTHOR'S WORDS

I'm super grateful to be announcing the end of my second book. I hope you enjoyed it, and if you haven't then, it's okay. Not every story is meant to be loved by everyone. I want response from you guys, you are not responding. How will I know if you are happy with the story or not? I can maybe be better at my next book, I'll be really glad if you interact with this book. Sometimes, one book becomes the silent prayer of the other.