Vasuki Prabhas Nagavanshi enjoyed spending his quiet monts with his wife, Pallavi. As a Naga, it was in his nature to dedicate his life to one woman. Unlike many supernatural species, Nagas believed deeply in love... true love, the kind that lasted lifetis. So Nagas spent their entire lives searching for their destined partners, only to pass on alone, never having found them. Polygamy was not just frowned upon in Naga society... it was strictly forbidden.
Their commitnt to monogamy wasn’t born of law but of tradition and nature. Nagas couldn’t have offspring with humans or other species. While they could engage in sexual relationships outside their race, no child could ever co from it. That was why there were no known Naga hybrids in the world.
To ensure that every Naga had a chance to find a soulmate, their clans held nurous social gatherings and festivals throughout the year. One of the most significant was the Cupid Ceremony, where only single male and female Nagas participated. It was both a celebration and a sacred ritual... a chance for hearts to recognize one another.
Vasuki Prabhas Nagavanshi was a man admired not just as a leader but as a lover. As the King of the Nagas, he had the ans, power, and permission to indulge in many relationships, especially with humans from the secular world. Naga customs only forbade him from marrying more than one woman... they did not restrict him from seeking pleasure. And yet, like his father before him, Prabhas had never strayed. He gave his heart wholly to Pallavi and had never looked elsewhere.
At that mont, he lay resting with his head in Pallavi’s lap. They were in their private chamber, watching a historical drama on TV. Pallavi’s fingers moved in slow circles across his scalp, her touch calming and warm. The quiet hum of the screen filled the air, a rare mont of peace in the life of a king.
That peace didn’t last long.
Their daughter, Samantha, burst into the room without knocking... again. She had never truly outgrown her habit of barging in, even as a grown woman. To her, this was still ho, and they were still her parents.
Prabhas opened one eye and smiled softly at her, amused by her familiar lack of boundaries. "What is it, baby girl?"
"Dad," Samantha said, catching her breath. "Rashmika just called. She wants to et with you as soon as possible."
Prabhas raised a brow. "Which Rashmika? Rashmika Harivamsa?"
"Yes," Samantha nodded.
His smile faded slightly. "What does she want to et about?"
"She ntioned soone nad Eleanor. From the United Kingdom. Apparently, her grandmother endorsed her."
At that, Prabhas jolted upright, pulling his head off Pallavi’s lap so suddenly that she blinked in surprise.
"Did she ntion her full na?" he asked sharply. "Is it Eleanor Elizabeth Raynor?"
Samantha frowned. "Yes... that’s the na."
"Fuck!" Prabhas exploded, eyes widening. "Why did that murderess bitch co here? What business does she have with ?"
Pallavi narrowed her eyes. "Prabhas... language."
"Sorry," he muttered. "I just couldn’t control myself."
Samantha crossed her arms. "Dad, why are you behaving like this? You’ve never reacted to soone like that before."
Prabhas took a deep breath and turned to his daughter. "Let ask you sothing. Suppose you wanted to buy a company you really liked, but the owner refused to sell. What would you do?"
"I’d raise my offer," Samantha replied instantly.
"Exactly. That’s what any normal businessperson would do. But not Eleanor." His voice turned cold. "She’ll destroy the company."
Samantha blinked. "What?"
"If that company belongs to a larger business group," he continued grimly, "she’ll make the entire group go bankrupt. Then she’ll swoop in and buy them for a fraction of their original value. That’s Eleanor Raynor’s style."
Pallavi and Samantha were silent.
"And that’s not all," Prabhas said darkly. "Suppose a business rival starts spreading rumors about your company. What would you do?"
Samantha hesitated. "I’d try to resolve the issue diplomatically... maybe address the rumors publicly, fix the damage."
He scoffed. "Eleanor doesn’t waste ti with PR. She kills them. The rival, their staff, their PR team... anyone involved."
"Dad..." Samantha’s voice faltered. "How does she get away with it?"
"Because she’s not just anyone," Prabhas said. "She’s the Young Miss of the Raynor Clan... the werewolf ambassador clan. The richest clan in the supernatural world."
"She uses her clan’s power?" Pallavi asked, frowning.
"No," he said bitterly. "She doesn’t need to. Eleanor has over two hundred billion dollars under her na. Personally. She can destroy countries if she feels like it."
Pallavi sighed. "Alright. That’s troubling. But why does it concern us directly?"
"Because when she arrives, disaster follows," Prabhas replied. "If she’s co to India, the Indian business world is in danger. I just hope she hasn’t set her eyes on any of our companies."
Pallavi leaned forward and placed a hand on his. "Calm down. She ca to et you. Then et her. Maybe things won’t go badly. What she’s done to others has nothing to do with us... unless we give her a reason."
Prabhas exhaled. "You’re right."
He turned to Samantha. "Call Rashmika. Tell her to co here. I’ll be in Delhi until tomorrow morning."
Samantha nodded and stepped out to make the call. Rashmika, upon hearing Prabhas’s decision, agreed to co at once and end the matter quickly.
Eleanor and Rashmika stepped out of their room and boarded the sa helicopter that had brought Eleanor. Tara, Sebastian, and Isadora were already waiting outside and followed closely behind.
Nearly an hour later, the helicopter descended into a courtyard blanketed in green, landing gently on a stone helipad surrounded by manicured grass and flowering vines.
Eleanor stepped out first, her boots clicking against the sandstone tiles. The sun-drenched villa before her rose like a monunt of elegance and quiet power.
The estate was an architectural marvel, built from creamy sandstone and veined white marble. It shimred under the afternoon sun. Ornate jharokha-style balconies protruded from the upper floors, each intricately carved with floral and serpentine motifs. The grand windows were shielded by jaali screens... delicate lattices that filtered sunlight into patterns of light and shadow dancing across the walls.
The air slled of damp earth, sandalwood incense, and mogra blossoms... sweet, heady, unmistakably Indian.
The villa’s courtyard was alive with nature. Towering neem, peepal, and champa trees whispered in the breeze, which carried with it the cool scent of the Yamuna River just beyond the garden. A stone pathway curved through rows of blooming flowers... hibiscus, marigolds, jasmine, wild roses... while lotus ponds glead under the banyan trees. Brass statues of Nagas and deities watched silently from beneath the canopies, their eyes catching the light like living guardians.
A figure rushed toward them and wrapped Rashmika in a warm embrace.
"Rashmika, you’ve beco even more beautiful," Samantha exclaid, her eyes lighting up with joy.
Rashmika returned the hug with equal warmth. "You’ve turned into a proper lady now. It’s really good to see you again."
Samantha nodded eagerly. "It’s so good to see you too. Co on, Mom and Dad are waiting. They’ll be happy you’re here."
Before they could move, Rashmika turned slightly and gestured to the elegant woman standing beside her. "Let introduce you first. This is Eleanor Elizabeth Raynor, the Young Miss of the Raynor Clan of werewolves."
Samantha blinked, suddenly realizing she’d overlooked formalities. She bowed her head slightly in respect. "Apologies. I was too excited to see Rashmika after more than a year. I’m Samantha Nagavanshi. It’s an honor to et you."
Eleanor returned the polite nod, her voice calm and composed. "No need to apologize. It’s nice to et you as well, Samantha."
Samantha gave a light laugh, brushing her hair behind her ear. "You look even more beautiful than both of us. Rashmika, it seems you’ve got so serious competition."
Rashmika rolled her eyes. "Stop with your enthusiasm already. Where are your parents?"
Samantha pointed toward the distance. "Oh, they’re waiting near the riverside. Co with ."
With that, Samantha began walking, leading the way through the winding garden paths. Only Rashmika and Eleanor followed her; the others remained near the helicopter, giving them space.
They walked through corridors lined with flowering vines and beneath archways carved with intricate Naga symbols. The villa grounds exuded a sense of ancient calm, a harmony between nature and tradition. Soon, the shimr of sunlight reflecting off water ca into view.
As they approached, the vast Yamuna River revealed itself, flowing gently under the afternoon sun. Near the riverbank, a natural canopy of leafy vines created a shaded nook. Beneath it sat a graceful woman in a royal blue saree, her presence dignified yet warm. Beside her stood a broad-shouldered man in a crisp white robe, his bearing powerful yet serene.
They were the Queen and King of the Naga people.
Upon seeing the visitors, both of them rose to their feet with a welcoming smile.
The King spoke first, his deep voice resonating with authority and hospitality. "Young Misses of the Harivamsa Clan and the Raynor Clan of werewolves... welco to our humble abode. We are honored by your visit."
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