The world has a diversity of people and their beliefs..few believe in lord but few Don't....

Few work their ass off to achieve success but few don't...

Few patiently wait and pray for their wishes come true but few....

WORSHIP SOMETHING ELSE....

A new belief took place when Varxa chose something else over lord...he believed that there is a hope in asking from God but it takes time surely..he was a teen when his parents died..the responsibility of young sister was lingering over his fragile shoulders....that teen boy was thirsty for success...so he quenched his thirst with THE BLOOD!!!!

Bhagwaan ke ghur mein der hai andher nahi...pur usne ek aisa rasta chun liya jis pe na der na andher sirf aur sirf kamyabi...pur use na jane aisa kya hasil karna tha jiske liye woh zara bhi der na kar saka?

...few years later......

Varxa stood at the apex of his glass empire, a vision of calculated control. In the sprawling heart of the city, his office, a fortress of black marble and chrome, reflected both his power and isolation. The skyline beyond the panoramic windows seemed to bow to him, as if even the heavens acknowledged his dominion.even though he was a man of his words but no one knew who's going to experiance the day as his deathbed...none had the audacity to question this man of the age 31...but the physique of varxa made everyone eager to know the brand of creatine he might be using for muscles....but little did they know was whom he worships..

He adjusted his cufflinks—onyx-black stones carved with cryptic sigils—before turning to the neatly organized stacks of documents on his desk. His sister, Kiara, had sent him a message earlier: a photo of her smiling in a sunlit garden, holding a bouquet of lilies.after long time she went outside to have some "me time" behind her was placed a strawberry milkshake varxa chuckled sadly looking at how girly choice she had as always.....A perfect world she lived in, untouched by the shadows that consumed him.

Varxa clenched his jaw as he deleted the photo. Kiara would never understand what he had become.What harm he can give to her.. She saw only the brother who had raised her after their parents' death, the man who ensured she lived a life of comfort.She was sister of Vikram Rathore...a reserved gentleman But the demons who now shared his soul had sculpted him into something unrecognizable—Varxa a vessel for darkness, a servant to an ancient pact.

he sat on his lead chair across the massive board room and connected his landline to his secretery..

"allow the board member in"there was a minute of silence when he cleared his throat bursting the delulu of his secretery as he knew she was simping over his deep gothic vocals..

"ahm sorry sir y-ye-yess sure ok than- y-yuoy-you sir"she stammered and before she could blabber further the line disconnected.

the board members sat stiffly, their gazes fixated on Varxa as he spoke, his deep, resonant voice weaving through the room like a melody laced with an unspoken command. His words weren’t just persuasive—they were enchanting, compelling. It was as if every syllable carried an invisible weight that anchored the listeners to his will.

"Progress is inevitable," Varxa said, his lips curling into a faint smile. "Our competitors? Obsolete. Our goals? Within reach. Do I make myself clear?"

A collective nod swept through the room. His presence was intoxicating—sharp cheekbones, a chiseled jawline, and eyes like molten gold that seemed to pierce through the soul. His tailored charcoal suit fit perfectly, exuding both power and elegance. A faint scent of sandalwood and spice lingered in the air, further deepening the spell he cast over the room in formals his demeanour was supposed to look nonchalant but what made him look no less than a a demon was his tattoes..over his vieny arms.chiseled neckline each tattoo spoke lengths and as always few absent minded members were decoding varxa"s tattoes like a mythology stuff..

The meeting took intense turns and twists becausseee everyone was confused about how varxa was not even negotiating on any demand and the way all the conclusions were on his side as if varxa was the one holding threads of these puppets or we can say board members..

The meeting went smooth...

The day passed in a blur of ruthless precision. Varxa moved through meetings with an air of effortless command. Executives cowered under his icy gaze, their respect mingled with fear. When he spoke, his voice carried the weight of authority, each word meticulously calculated to achieve his goals...

The heavy door of Varxa's office swung open with a polished grace, the sleek brass handle reflecting the muted glow of the overhead lights. He stepped out, exuding a magnetic blend of authority and allure. Tall and broad-shouldered, he moved with deliberate confidence, every step highlighting the tailored cut of his crisp black suit. His dark hair fell perfectly into place, framing a chiseled jawline and striking features that made him impossible to ignore. Those piercing eyes—an intense shade of steel blue—held a promise of ambition and danger that stirred curiosity in everyone who crossed his path.

As he approached the waiting car, the driver jumped out to open the door. Varxa rubbed his temple slightly with his index finger, acknowledging the man with a mere flicker of his gaze, an unspoken command hanging in the air. He slid into the plush leather seat, the scent of rich cologne and the faint hum of the engine enveloping him. The driver didn’t need to ask. Varxa leaned back, exuding an intoxicating mix of calm and intensity. He loosened his tie and sat relaxing

“Take me to the empire,” he instructed, his voice low and firm, each word a grain of fine sand in an hourglass—time slipping through, urgency building with every second.

With a swift nod, the driver pulled onto the bustling street, the city blurring into an electric haze of lights and movement. Varxa glanced out the car window, allowing the world to fade as he reached for his phone. The moment the call connected, he pinched the bridge of his nose, battling the mounting pressure of his responsibilities.

“Samar,” he said, his tone cutting through the static like a knife. “Prepare the ‘ST’ for my arrival. And make sure it's all clean.”

"Alright, anything else sir?"

"Tie a mistress on my bed I'll need something to calm down my thirst after serving my lord"

There was a brief silence on the other end—just long enough for Varxa to feel the tension coil tighter around them like a noose. Moments later, Samar’s voice crackled back

"Ok sir" the call ended.....

Varxa came out of his car and headed towards his mansion... everything was coming and completing in a sequence with each step varxa took the door opened for him automatically..the stairs shining with a lush and when he reached his room he froze..the moans coming from inside were a sign of intimacy that his mistress was touching herself as she couldn't wait longer.....

"Such a whore I got this time" varxa murmured with hoarse voice as he himself was on the edge but he sacrificed his rock cock for the sake of his rituals first...he didn't went inside his room and lead his steps towards the satanic temple....

THE END.....