After the last incident, the SCW launched a smear campaign, portraying Yash as a criminal breaking laws. The world quickly became divided into two factions: one that supported Yash and disagreed with the SCW's claims, and another that believed the SCW's narrative. This division ignited fierce debates worldwide, resulting in violent protests erupting in various cities.

  Amid this chaos, Yash found himself overwhelmed with despair. His mother had been insisting that he get married, but he could only think of one person. Memories of his school crush flooded his mind—how he had dedicated his love to her yet never found the courage to confess. He envisioned her as the future queen of his kingdom, igniting a flicker of hope in his troubled heart. Determined to confess his feelings, he rehearsed a heartfelt declaration of love over and over again.

  Frustrated with the pressure to marry, Yash called his two closest friends from school, Vikram and Ajay. “I need you guys here,” he said urgently. “There’s something I have to discuss.”

  Within moments, a shimmering portal opened, and Vikram and Ajay stepped into Yash's kingdom. They looked around in awe, taking in the grand surroundings.

  “Wow, Yash, you’ve really built something here,” Vikram said, impressed.

  “Yeah, it’s incredible,” Ajay added. “What did you want to talk about?”

  Yash took a deep breath. “I need your help. I’ve been thinking a lot about my crush from school...”

  “Wait, the one from our OG school in mumbai?” Vikram interjected, raising an eyebrow.

  “Yes! Do you know where she lives now?” Yash asked, his eyes gleaming with determination.

  Ajay nodded. “Last I heard, she shifted to Florida as her father got some kind of promotion. Why? Are you planning to go after her?”

  “Exactly! I want to ask her to come with me, to make her my queen,” Yash replied, excitement bubbling within him.

  “Yeah also, I want both of you to take on higher positions and live in my kingdom with your families,” Yash said, his tone serious. “You both will have important roles, and I need your skills.”

  “Woah you serious! I‘ll get my parents here as soon as possible”

  With his friends now on board, Yash felt a renewed sense of purpose. He made plans to travel to Florida to find his crush, ready to make his heartfelt confession.

  With a resolve to seek her out, Yash donned a black cap and suit, stepping out of his kingdom. However, as he approached her neighbourhood, he was met with the intensity of a protest against him. People were chanting slogans against Yash, their faces filled with anger and confusion. Adjusting his cap, he made his way through the crowd, determined not to let their vitriol deter him.

  Finally reaching his crush's house, he took a leap of faith—literally—jumping through her window. The sudden entrance startled her, causing him to accidentally shatter a vase. As she screamed, he quickly placed a hand over her mouth, calming her.

  “Wait, please! Just hear me out!” he urged, his voice laced with urgency.

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  She blinked, eyes wide with shock. “Yash? What are you doing here?”

  Taking a deep breath, he finally mustered the courage to say, “I love you. Will you come with me to my kingdom and be my queen?”

  Her expression softened, and a smile broke through her initial shock. “You... love me? I didn’t know you felt that way.”

  “I do. I’ve always loved you,” he confessed, hope glimmering in his eyes.

  “I was afraid to say it, but I feel the same way!” she replied, her voice trembling with emotion. “Of course, I’ll come with you!”

  Hand in hand, they returned to the kingdom, where Yash proudly introduced her to everyone from the balcony. Cheers erupted from the crowd below, marking the beginning of their love story.

  Inside the royal hall, Yash convened a meeting with his mother and the ministers to discuss the impending wedding. They agreed to hold the ceremony in just a few days.

  Afterward, Yash felt the need for advice and headed to Raghav’s room. “I want to make her immortal, like me. Is there a way?”

  Raghav’s face grew serious. “There is a way, but it’s dangerous. It involves a figure known as Dark Wolf—once a powerful commander. He was cursed and turned to stone, but there’s a way to awaken him.”

  Intrigued yet wary, Yash insisted, “Tell me how. I can handle the risk.”

  Raghav led him to an underground chamber where a statue loomed—Dark Wolf, famed for wielding a legendary blue sword that conferred immortality to its wielder. However, the curse held him in a stony prison, unable to move until his sword was removed.

  “Let’s keep him locked up until we can figure out how to control him,” Yash ordered, eyeing the statue. He reached for the sword, and as he pulled it free, a tremendous explosion shook the chamber. Yash was thrown back as Dark Wolf emerged from the smoke, a figure of raw power.

  In an instant, Yash charged, landing a powerful punch that sent Dark Wolf crashing against the wall. But Dark Wolf quickly recovered. Yash managed to secure him in another cell, believing he had contained the threat—at least for now.

  Days passed, and excitement buzzed in the air as the wedding day approached. But in a shocking turn of events, Dark Wolf broke through the marriage hall's walls, declaring, “Yash, surrender your kingdom to me!”

  “No!” Yash shouted defiantly, hurling his Trishul. Dark Wolf dodged, countering with a swift strike that pierced Yash’s abdomen. Darkness enveloped him as he collapsed.

  When Yash regained consciousness, he found himself submerged in water, thick chains binding him. Through the glass, he could see Dark Wolf and his crush watching him, both appearing equally distant and threatening.

  “Let me out of here!” Yash roared, struggling against the restraints. He could feel his rage boiling as he called for his Trishul, which flew into his hand with a burst of energy. With renewed strength, he shattered the glass and broke free from his cuffs.

  A fierce battle ensued, lasting for what felt like an eternity. But despite his prowess, Dark Wolf showed no signs of fatigue. In a desperate move, Yash snatched Dark Wolf’s sword, plunging it into his chest. The villain's body disintegrated into dust, leaving nothing behind but echoes of his dark legacy.

  As Yash stood in the remnants of the battle, a heart-wrenching realisation washed over him. Betrayed by the very person he loved, he felt the weight of anger and sorrow. He took a stone and placed it on his crush's heart, sealing her fate to live in jail until she met her end—a punishment he deemed fitting for her betrayal.

  Just as he settled into this dark moment, helicopters appeared overhead, hovering ominously above his kingdom. The SCW announced their presence, declaring, “We demand your kingdom, Yash!”

  His resolve hardened, Yash shouted back defiantly, “No! You will not take this kingdom from me!”

  After uncovering the shocking betrayal, Yash knew he had to act quickly. He accessed a secure, untraceable line and dialed the CEO of SCW. The phone rang, and when the CEO picked up, Yash wasted no time.

  “Is this the great Chief Executive of SCW?” Yash's voice was smooth, but it carried an undercurrent of menace. “I hope you’re enjoying the view from your ivory tower.”

  “Yash, what do you want?” The CEO’s voice was tense, a hint of unease creeping in.

  “I want you to understand something very clearly,” Yash replied, leaning into the phone with a predatory calm. “Your daughter was a pawn in a game far beyond her understanding. She thought she could find my kingdom, but guess what? It was never there to begin with. And now, she is my prisoner.”

  “What did you say?” The CEO's voice trembled with disbelief. “You can’t be serious!”

  “Oh, I’m very serious,” Yash continued, his tone chilling. “I suggest you call off your choppers before you embarrass yourself further. Otherwise, she’ll get a merciful punishment if you do so

  The CEO paused, the tension palpable over the line. “You think you can just threaten me? I’ll have your head for this, Yash.”

  “Is that a declaration of war?” Yash’s voice dripped with sarcasm. “Because if you want it, I’ll gladly give it to you. Even if the world stands against me, I will still be here, standing by my kingdom.”

  “I declare war against you and your pathetic kingdom!” the CEO shouted, anger radiating through the phone.

  Yash smirked, savouring the challenge. “Bring it on.”

  With that, Yash ended the call, a sense of satisfaction washing over him. But there was no time to celebrate; he needed to prepare for the storm that was coming.

  Without hesitation, he picked up his phone again and dialled Theodore. “I need you and your warriors here. Train my soldiers in hand-to-hand combat. We’re going to need every advantage we can get.”

  “Consider it done,” Theodore replied, his voice steady and fierce. “We’ll be there soon.”

  Yash hung up, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. With his kingdom and his allies by his side, he was prepared for the war that was about to unfold.