The afternoon sun painted golden streaks across Mukul's room as he stood, eyes closed, feeling the hum of power coursing through him. His three brides—Seraphine, Lysandra, and Elara—flanked him, their presence grounding and amplifying his energy at the same time.
"Focus on the bond," Seraphine instructed, voice low but commanding. "It is not just power. It is connection, trust, and… desire. That is what makes you stronger."
Mukul opened his eyes and nodded. It still felt strange, having three beautiful, powerful beings connected to him so intimately. Their touch, their guidance, their attention—it was intoxicating and motivating all at once.
"Close your eyes," Lysandra whispered, brushing her hand against his shoulder. "Let the energy flow freely between us. Sense us, sense yourself. Let the bond guide your movements."
Mukul obeyed, feeling warmth ripple through his chest. Shadows bent around him, flickered, and seemed to respond to his thoughts. Every heartbeat, every breath, every subtle glance from his brides strengthened the energy inside him. He could feel it—a symphony of power that grew stronger with every connection.
Elara's silver eyes caught his, steadying him. "You're doing well. But remember, power alone isn't enough. You must anticipate your enemy, adapt, and protect those you care for."
Before Mukul could respond, the pendant on his chest pulsed brightly, alerting him to a disturbance outside. Something—or someone—was approaching.
"Rivals," Seraphine murmured, stepping closer. "You've been noticed."
Mukul's heart raced, but the fear he felt before was gone. He now had strength, guidance, and… them. Together, they moved as one.
Outside, Arion reappeared, flanked by two others—his own allies, clearly intent on testing Mukul again. They had come not just for a duel, but for confrontation, to measure power and skill.
Mukul exhaled slowly. "Alright," he said. "Let's see what we've got."
The clash began almost instantly. Arion's group moved with precision, but Mukul felt the difference now. Every motion, every strike, every flicker of energy from his brides amplified him. Shadows twisted around him like living armour, reacting to the flow of his thoughts.
Seraphine launched a controlled strike, deflecting one of Arion's allies. Lysandra's golden aura flared, providing Mukul with the perfect opening to counterattack. Elara's silver energy shielded him from an unexpected blow.
Mukul realized the truth: their bond wasn't just romantic—it was tactical. Each feeling, each connection, each shared heartbeat enhanced his awareness, strength, and reflexes. Together, they were unstoppable.
Breathing heavily, Mukul stepped forward, energy spiralling from him in controlled bursts. "This ends now!" he shouted. With a synchronized surge from the brides, they overwhelmed Arion's group, forcing them to retreat. The rivals vanished into the shadows, leaving Mukul and his brides standing victorious.
Seraphine exhaled, a rare smile on her lips. "Impressive. You are learning quickly, Mukul."
Lysandra placed a hand on his chest, warmth spreading through him. "And you are learning to trust the bond. Not just your power, but us."
Elara's silver eyes softened. "Remember, it is not only about defeating enemies. It is about connection, strategy, and survival. That bond will carry you through far more than battles."
Mukul looked at them—three women, each beautiful, powerful, and bound to him not just by duty, but by desire, loyalty, and trust. His heart swelled with something he had never known before: strength born from love and unity.
"I… I get it now," Mukul said, a small smile forming. "Together, there's nothing we can't face."
They nodded in unison, and for a moment, the world outside seemed small, insignificant. Rulers, rivals, hidden societies—it didn't matter. He had allies, lovers, and a bond that could not be broken.
And deep down, Mukul knew this was only the beginning. The world was vast, dangerous, and full of secrets—but with the three by his side, he could face it all.
For Mukul Kamra, yesterday's timid boy was gone. Today, he was a force—a young man with power, love, and destiny in his hands