Hazel's pov



I was so fucking frustrated. Why does the court keep dragging this case? He's the culprit, goddamn it! Just because he's the son of a well-known politician doesn't mean he should walk free.

"He's a bloody rapist!" I growled under my breath, the words slipping out louder than I intended as we stepped out of the courtroom. My hands were clenched so tight I could feel my nails biting into my palms.

"Calm down, Hazel," Derek said, his tone infuriatingly casual. "Why are you always so desperate to win these cases?"

His words were gasoline to the fire in my chest. I stopped dead in my tracks, spinning to face him.

"I'm not desperate to win cases, Derek. I'm desperate to fucking seek justice. To provide justice to the victims! Do you even get that?" I yelled, my voice echoing down the courthouse hallway. Several people turned to look, but I didn't care.

"Okay, okay, calm down," Derek said, raising his hands as if to pacify me. "How about we grab a coffee? Cool off a little?"

I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt. "What the hell are you even saying?" I snapped, turning away. "You're a man, Derek. Nothing but another piece of disappointment. Of course, you're happy you've got Aryan Shekhawat's case, don't you? And if you win, you'll walk away with a fat paycheck. Because that's what men do, right? Greed and lust that's all you're good for."

I stepped closer, my voice lowering into a venomous hiss. "And as for your coffee, Derek? I'll buy it for you the day I win this case. The day you lose it. Now, get out of my way."

Without waiting for his response, I turned and stormed down the stairs, each step echoing the fury burning in my veins.

I was fuming, stomping down the corridor with my anger boiling over, when I suddenly collided into someone. The impact was hard enough to send all my files scattering across the floor his too.

I looked up, and immediately muttered, Fuck.

I'm a 5'8" woman, and yet I was barely reaching this man's chest. To even look at his face, I had to tilt my neck all the way up. Ridiculous. But then again, why would I want to look up to a man anyway? Looking at a man's face is like voluntarily ruining your own day.

And clearly, this one couldn't even watch where he was going.

I crouched down to pick up my files, muttering without filtering a word, "This is a courthouse, not your dad's damn garden. Atleast watch where are you going or are you blind??

I was gathering my files when my eyes fell on a few scattered papers from his. One glance was enough I could tell they belonged to a murder case.

While I was still picking up my things, I noticed something odd. He hadn't even bothered to bend down for his own files. I frowned. Did he really think I'd hand them over to him like some obedient assistant?

Before I could say anything, a man from the side stepped in and began collecting the papers for him.

Of course. Another spoiled son of a rich father, always surrounded by bodyguards and servants.

When I got up after gathering my files, I felt his intense gaze burning into me. Somehow, that only fueled my anger more. Seriously, today was already one hell of a bad day.

I looked at his green emerald hunter eyes locked onto mine, jaw clenched tight.

His emerald-green hunter eyes held a predatory intensity, gleaming with quiet danger and untamed power. His face was carved with perfection sharp cheekbones, a straight aristocratic nose, and a sculpted jawline so defined it looked like it had been shaped by the gods themselves. A neatly trimmed beard traced his jaw, adding a sinful roughness to his otherwise divine beauty.

His skin was a warm ivory kissed by shadows, and every inch of him radiated dominance. And he was a fucking pillar almost of 6'6", he carried himself with an effortless arrogance, like the world belonged beneath his feet. The way his black shirt clung to his broad shoulders and tapered waist made it impossible to look away like darkness had taken human form and decided to make sin look beautiful.

He was devastatingly attractive magnetic in a way that bent reality. He was not a human he was a sin, A black magic yes he was a black magic.

I hate men but I never noticed someone like this ever or may be I have never seen a black magic like him before.

I came out of my thoughts when I heard"Look, you walk around like you own the place lawyer. Why don't you learn to control your tongue? This isn't your father's palace where you can say whatever you want," he said through clenched teeth.

In that instant, I felt like killing this bloody bastard.

"Excuse me, Mr. XYZ, you're the one who bumped into me, not the other way around. And keep that attitude at home. Judging by your face, looks like you're tangled up in some case maybe a murder one? No wonder you're running around the courts. Pray to God this case doesn't land on my desk, or you'll be behind bars," I shot back, voice dripping with venom.

A mocking smile spread across his face like he was laughing at me. He scanned me from head to toe.

"Looks like you accidentally became a lawyer. Talking big without knowing anything your tongue's gonna get burnt soon enough," he taunted, clearly mocking me.

Shivaansh's pov~



This little girl. She clearly walked straight into me.I don't speak much never needed to. If someone dares to mess with me, I don't waste time with words. I send them straight to hell, silently.But this... this tiny woman had the nerve to flash attitude at me?

I'm a fucking mafia king. And here she is, this foolish little lawyer, throwing her so-called attitude in my face like she has any idea who she's dealing with.

And then she did it. She pointed a damn finger at me.

"Stay in your limits, understand? I'm not afraid of men like you."

That was it. That line. That tone. That finger.

Rage surged in me like wildfire. For a second, I truly wanted to snap her neck in half.

I grabbed her wrist tight, unforgiving. Her eyes widened just a fraction.

"Next time you point that finger at me, I'll break it, Miss XYZ."

My voice was low. Cold. Deadly.

Let her think I'm just another arrogant man. She has no idea what devil she's just provoked.

And then she did the unthinkable.

Smack!

A sharp sting tore across my cheek as her palm connected with my face.

"How dare you touch me!" she screamed, jerking her wrist out of my grip.

My men instinctively moved forward, guns half drawn, their eyes trained on her like she was a threat to be eliminated.

But I raised my hand with just one subtle gesture and they froze.

The slap echoed in my ears, but louder than that was the silence of my own rage.

I wanted to return that slap right then and there. My instincts screamed for retaliation. But no... this wasn't just going to be a slap returned. This was going to be a debt repaid with interest.

No one had ever dared to raise their voice at me, let alone their hand. People feared to even meet my eyes. And she? She dared to strike me?

Shivaansh Singh Raizada.

Rage surged through my veins. I was in such a fucking hurry, but that slap.I couldn’t tolerate it. Without thinking, I grabbed her throat and lifted her off the ground. I expected fear, trembling, maybe a scream. But she wasn't scared. Confidence dripped from her face as she tried to hit me with the files clutched in her hands.

Her legs flailed in the air, no longer touching the ground.

“Le… lea… leave me, y.....you blo… bloody monster… or y....you wi… will end up in h-hell,” she stammered, tears spilling from the corners of her eyes not out of fear, but because of how tightly I was choking her.

“You invited death yourself, lawyer. Now suffer the consequences of your arrogance.”

“Yo… you fu… fuck” she couldn’t even finish. My grip was too tight, cutting off her words, her breath.

Her eyelids fluttered, struggling to stay open. My eyes stayed locked on hers, unwavering. Even as she gasped for air, she kept staring straight into mine from those fierce brown orbs that sent an electric jolt through me.

For a second I felt that the world stopped. And in that split second, I let go.

She collapsed to the ground like a lifeless doll.,I don't know what the fuck happened to me when she looked in to my eyes but now she was on the ground and looking at me like she would kill me. I was already running late or else… I would’ve shown her what hell really feels like.And torturing her would be fun because she is not scared of me but now I wanna see her scared.

She pushed herself up from the floor, cursing me under her breath loud enough for me to hear, but I had far more important things to handle than entertain her tantrums.

“I should’ve shown you what hell truly feels like,” I muttered under my breath, my eyes still burning into hers like fire scorching through ice.

I turned to leave.

But she pushed herself up, wobbling yet defiant. “Coward,” she spat, just loud enough for me to hear. “Run away. Hide behind your ego.”

My fists clenched. Every nerve screamed for me to turn back, to shut her up permanently, to drag her through the flames she dared to ignite. But not now. Let her revel in this illusion of victory. Let her believe she survived me. Because soon… very soon, she’d beg for mercy she’d never receive. And I’ll be the devil she’ll wish she never provoked.

Maybe she felt victorious, thinking I spared her life. Maybe she was even patting herself on the back for having the guts to slap the devil himself.

But what she didn't realize... was that she had just invited the devil to her doorstep.

And I never knock.

I had more important things to handle otherwise, I would've buried her right there and then.

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Inside the cabin, the middle-aged judge sat trembling in his seat. I stormed in and threw the file across his desk, letting it land with a loud thud.

The old judge and I can see even his soul was trembling he instantly came towards me and he was sweating.

And on the very next second he was on his knees, begging me for mercy but my name doesn’t carry mercy. It’s far removed from it.

I rolled the chair back and sat down, smirking.

“Mercy…” I muttered. “I told you, this case Inaya’s murder should’ve never touched legal grounds. And instead of erasing the trail, you were busy destroying the evidence to protect the bloody murderer? No, Mr. Mittal. This game belongs to me. You people are nothing but pawns.”

“Ved,” I called out without even glancing up.

“Yes, boss.”

He placed the gun in my hand, and I smirked again.

The judge crawled closer and touched my feet, trembling.

“Shivaansh sir, please... it won’t happen again.”

I kicked him in the face, sending him sprawling onto his back. Rising from the chair, I placed my foot on the judge’s chest, pressing down with force.

“Then tell me,” “who the hell asked you to destroy the evidence? Tell me, and I’ll let you go. I want that man I want him in my hands. I want to kill him… torment him.”

With that, I slammed my boot against his face, crushing his lips beneath the sole. Blood oozed out, staining the ground like his sins. He deserved worse. This was mercy, a death far less painful than what he truly earned. He dared to betray me, betray Shivaansh Singh Raizada. Now, not even God can save him.

The old judge still lying on the floor, joined his hands.

“I… I don’t know who h....he was… h...he just o...offered me m...money… and told me to d...destroy the e....evidence…” he stammered.

I didn’t give him a second chance. Instinctively, I pulled the trigger. All six bullets straight to his skull.

I hate people who stammer.

I tossed the gun to Ved, and he caught it smoothly. He was of no more use to me. I smirked.

Seeing blood makes me feel so good and especially when the blood is of the people who betray me.

“Ved, clean this mess. Cancel today’s meetings.”

Yes sir.....Ved nodded.

Then I walked out without looking back.

Right now, the murderer could wait.

But That girl... she had become my priority.

First, I had to show her exactly where she stood.

I had to remind her of her limits and let me show her who she messed up with.

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