"Do you really believe I traveled all the way from Paris to this small Pakistani town for just three lakh rupees?" He smirked, casting a glance at his companions who chuckled at the notion. "Evidently, you did, considering your presence here. Were you perhaps hoping for a tour? But I doubt that's the sole reason." The quiet observer, Larib Khan, a straightforward, devout, and gentle soul, appeared composed but held hidden strength. She could be fiercely protective when provoked, yet generous with love when on friendly terms. Her character was a delicate balance between innocence and determination. King Xavier Albert Thomson, often referred to as a god among men with his chiseled physique, was a complex figure. On the surface, he was an unyielding mafia king, the ruthless CEO of a Parisian powerhouse, known for striking first and asking questions later. Yet, beneath that hard exterior, he possessed a softer side that few had witnessed. His love for Larib Khan was unexpected – whether it was a passionate attraction or a deeper connection, he wasn't certain, but one fact remained clear: Larib was his, and he would stop at nothing to possess her, even if it meant forcing her hand or eliminating any obstacle in his path. To him, she was priceless.
