prologue

King reyansh singhania had never been taught how to love or respect a human soul.Fuck! He doesn't even has any idea how to treat a human in the first place. Human rights, morals, respect, love, care and freedom are the words he has never been introduced to or he himself never tried to understand them and why should he when he has no connection with them?

The only thing he has learned is to abuse, hate, ruthlessness and dominance, cruelty. Spending endless nights with girls he made himself feel that he can dominate women breed.For him girls are either whores or sluts and can never be equal to him. His ideal picture of a woman is whom who will bow her head down spreading her legs apart for him to fuck.

Being a man who never did right in his life or ever played fair, all he expected from life is control and dominance. Making himself so tough and creating the walls around his heart so high that he himself couldn't pass them is the only thing he did all years.He never felt emotions.His emotions died or should say he killed them.

For him a lover can't be a king and a king can't be a lover.

Mercy is a word he hate, love is something he cannot bear and humanity makes his blood boil up.

But fate has its own wicked games.The wicked king found himself weak as he encountered the fierce green eyed beauty kiara.

There is nothing extraordinay about her except for the pale flawless skin, beautiful eyes and soft pink lips and to add the list she is not the one to give up to others wishes.

Unable to control his feelings that made his heart flutter he decided to handle him the way he like. All he wanted is to mould her according to his wishes.

For him she is his whore, slut, mistress, queen, wife and everything anyone could think of.

She is his.Only His to hate, hurt, love, abuse and dominate.