The top floor of Rathore Empire Tower was a world of its own—a silent kingdom suspended above the city. No employee, no officer, no outsider dared to step foot there without permission. It was His Majesty's floor, guarded by an elite team of bodyguards whose stern expressions alone were enough to stop hearts.
As the private elevator opened, Riyansh Singh Rathore stepped out with the same effortless dominance he carried everywhere. Tall, sharp-eyed, dressed in a suit that fit him like armor—he was a man carved out of authority. His manager, Arjun, followed behind him with files pressed to his chest, nervous already, while two bodyguards walked at his side like shadows.
The employees on the lower floors could feel his presence even before they saw him. Silence spread through the building like a command. Heads bowed. Breath stopped.
They didn't greet him.
They didn't dare.
They simply whispered under their breath, "His Highness has arrived."
Riyansh walked through the glass corridor of his private floor and entered his cabin—an enormous space with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Rajasthan like he owned every inch of it. Which, in many ways, he did.
He sat on his leather chair, calm, unreadable. Arjun stood in front of him, trembling slightly.
"Speak," Riyansh said, without lifting his gaze from the document he was reading.
"S-Sir… I mean, Your Highness…" Arjun corrected himself instantly, swallowing hard. "The Home Ministry has raised a dispute regarding the land allocation for your project. They… they are questioning your authority."
The pen in Riyansh's hand paused.
A moment of stillness filled the room.
Cold. Heavy. Dangerous.
Arjun felt his knees weaken. Even the bodyguards exchanged a look—they knew what came next.
Riyansh leaned back slowly, his expression calm but deadly.
"So the government wants to test their limits."
"Your Highness… they are saying they won't approve the project."
A faint smile curved at the corner of his lips. Not warmth.
Warning.
"Call them," Riyansh said. "All of them."
Arjun blinked. "A-All of them, Your Highness?"
"Home Minister. Cabinet members. The Chief Minister." Riyansh's voice dropped to a chilling softness. "Tell them they have one hour to reach my cabin."
Arjun didn't question it.
No one questioned Riyansh Singh Rathore.
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The next hour transformed the entire building into a storm of fear. Security cars rushed into the premises. Officers in white kurtas and black SUVs stumbled out, panic etched on their faces. The Home Minister was wiping sweat from his forehead. The Chief Minister himself had arrived with a team that looked like they were walking into a warzone.
Top officials who once spoke with arrogance now whispered frantically:
"His Highness summoned us."
"We should've never interfered."
"Do whatever he says—just don't anger him."
When the guarded elevator opened on Riyansh's floor, every official's throat went dry. Because the entire top floor, empty and silent, led to only one place—
the King's cabin.
Arjun opened the door for them, and one by one, the ministers entered.
Riyansh didn't even look up.
He was sitting in his chair, legs crossed, one hand resting casually on the armrest—calm like a monarch waiting for his court.
The moment they saw him, the Home Minister's voice cracked,
"Y-Your Highness…"
And without waiting, they all lowered their heads in submission.
Some bent.
Some knelt.
A whole government—on their knees in the cabin of a man who hadn't even raised his voice.
Only after a long silence did Riyansh finally look up, eyes cold as steel.
"I believe," he said, "we had a dispute."
"N-No, Your Highness," the Chief Minister stammered. "There is no dispute. There was never a dispute. Your project has been approved completely. Please forgive the delay."
Riyansh's gaze deepened—sharp, assessing, terrifying.
"You work for the people…" he said slowly. "Not against your King."
Their heads lowered even more.
"As you command, Your Highness."
Riyansh didn't smile. He simply nodded once.
"Then leave."
They rushed out like prisoners escaping judgment, grateful just to breathe again.
When they were gone, Arjun let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding.
Riyansh closed the file in his hand and stood up, his authority filling the room like thunder.
Another normal day for the King.
Another day where the world bowed at his feet.