The man no one dares to love

🖤 The Price of Protection

Chapter 2: The Man No One Dares to Love

(Aryan Rathore – Age 33)

POV: Third person, gritty, psychological, raw

> Blood had never disgusted Aryan.

Not when it coated his hands.

Not when it soaked through his shirt.

Not even when it poured from the mouth of the man who raised him.

In fact, he learned early:

Blood meant silence. And silence meant survival.

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🩸 The Past That Created Him

He was 13 when he watched his parents' bodies burn inside a cheap house in Bhopal—set on fire by a politician his father once worked for.

No trial. No name. No justice.

He survived by hiding in the underground sewage line for two days, rats chewing at his legs, fever crawling into his brain. But hate kept him alive.

A local arms dealer named Baba Khan found him—took him in, not out of kindness, but because “a boy with no one is easy to shape.”

By 15, Aryan was loading guns.

By 17, he shot his first man—point-blank, no hesitation. Cause he found Baba khan raping a girl,.... And he has always respected women more then anything..

 He slit Baba Khan’s throat in his sleep, took over the trade, and whispered at his grave:

> “Thanks for the training.”

That’s how it started.

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🔥 Aryan Rathore – Now, 33

He walks into a warehouse—four men are tied to chairs, blood leaking from their mouths, begging.

They betrayed his code.

They leaked intel to a rival gang.

He doesn’t flinch as he puts a bullet through the first one’s eye.

> “One betrayal is a mistake. Four? That’s strategy,”

he murmurs before shooting the second.

His men don’t react. They’ve seen worse.

Aryan runs his empire like a silent god.

No shouting. No chaos. Just results.

He doesn’t drink much.

Doesn’t trust anyone.

He has scars—not just the one slicing through his eyebrow, but the internal kind.

The kind that made him swear:

> “No one gets close. No one leaves alive.”

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👑 How People Speak of Him

“If Aryan Rathore looks at you twice, either you're dead… or you’re doomed.”

“He has no emotions.”

“He doesn’t fall in love. He devours.”

“The police don’t chase him. They work for him.”

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💭 His Mind

> "Empathy? Weakness.

Kindness? Slows the kill.

Love? A myth that gets men buried.”

He trusted power, not people.

He gave protection, but it came with a price.

He built his empire like a chessboard. Every man a pawn.

Every threat silenced.

He believed no softness could survive in a man like him.

Until, one day, in a coffee shop filled with too much light—

he saw her.

And something broke.

Or maybe something woke.

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🖤

“I’ve killed for less than a glance,”

he whispered to himself, eyes locked on the CCTV still of her laughing over a cup of tea.

“But you… You smiled, and I forgot how to breathe.”

And that was the most dangerous thing that had ever happened to Aryan Rathore.

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