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KAUSHIKI: HIS GOLDEN GODDESS

Book one of HIS GODDESS SERIES

Kiyansh Singh Rathore ×Kaushiki Jaiswal 

Tropes

CEO × LAWYER 
●SECOND CHANCE ROMANCE
●MISUNDERSTANDINGS 
●STRONG AND BOLD FEMALE LEAD
●DEVOTED AND OBSESSED MALE LEAD
●FORGET ABOUT TOUCHING OR LOOKING YOU BREATH WRONG AROUND HER AND YOU ARE DEAD 
●SOFT ONLY FOR HER 
●GREEN FOREST ONLY FOR HER
●MMC GROVELLING
●HE FELL FIRST SHE FELL HARDER 

"Strangers by fate, enemies by deceit, bound by redemption, and forever entwined by the threads of love and devotion."


Kaushiki Jaiswal was never meant to be in the spotlight-
a quiet storm with dusky skin, fierce intelligence, and scars hidden under silence.
A girl who healed others while no one noticed she was bleeding.

Kiyansh Singh Rathore never made mistakes-
cold, calculating, born of legacy and vengeance.
But he made one.
Her.

When betrayal strikes from within and the royal world begins to rot from the inside,
Kaushiki is framed for crimes she didn't commit.
And Kiyansh becomes both her judge-and the very reason her world collapses.

But guilt has teeth. And obsession has no mercy.

As Kaushiki walks away from everything-
including the friend she loved like family-
Kiyansh begins to unravel.

And a man who never bowed to anyone,
now finds himself on his knees for the girl he once destroyed.

In a world of legacies, lies, and buried bloodlines-
redemption isn't given.
It has to be earned.

♡♤DEDICATION ♤♡

To all the brave hearts who have learned to embrace their flaws, faced their demons, and emerged out to be more stronger, bolder and unapologetically fearless 
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~♡AUTHOR'S POV ♡~

NEW YORK, PRESENT~

New york's winter landscape was a frozen canvas, the skyscrapers piercing the grey sky like shreds of glass. 
Frosty mornings dawned on icy sidewalks where snowflakes danced and air delicate beauty belied by chills that seeped into bones.

Yet this city's energy pulled through the frozen streets, a rhythm that refused to show even as the cold winds howled like a chorus of restless spirits .

In the heart of the city stood proudly a majestic skyscraper with it's sleek design and architecture that inspired awe and wonder in all who beheld it, leaving behind a testament to human ingenuity. 

Inside the atmosphere was very diffrent. The office was abuzz with tension as employees meticulously walked on eggshells aware that even the slightest mistake would be unforgivable.

The CEO'S ASSISTANT has announced his impending visit and everyone knew that one misstep and their professional life's doom was sure. Suddenly a commotion outside signaled the arrival of the CEO. 

A convoy of cars pulled up and around thirty to fourty bodyguards all clad in black uniform with their masks emerged to surround their boss.

The CEO KIYANSH SINGH RATHORE remained shrouded in mystery his face obscured by sunglasses and a neck gaiter leaving only a glimpse of his forehead visible. 

Despite being a legendary figure only a few had seen him in person. Those who caught a glimpse of his athletic built towering at 6'6 were left in awe. As he entered the office the air inside the place changed charged with his authoritative and dominating presence.

The employees frozen their posture rigid and attentive. The sound of his footsteps was enough to make them hold their collective breath only when his vanished from their view, did the room seemed to exhale collectively as if they have narrowly escaped the grasp of a forced as formidable and lethal as reaper himself.

Noone knew and Noone really wanted to go till it's dept and sign their death. 

Today marked a crucial milestone for their company a behemoth in the industry as it embarked as a landmark that would further solidify it's dominance.

As he strode into the meeting room his presence announced by the quiet click of his shoes on the polished floor in his tailored suit and his piercing gaze sweeping the space with an unwavering intensity.

With a subtle nod he acknowledged the room's occupant,his eyes lingering on each face as if seizing them up for potential threats or opportunities.

He was a force which was shrouded in an aura of secrecy, he moved unseen his influence felt but never known.He was usually known as the SILENT DESTRUCTION 

His motivation unknown leaving others to wonder about the man behind the legendary empire and behind his neck gaiter.

As the meeting proceeded and Kiyansh sat at the head of conference table his eyes scanning the papers of the deal in front of him.
The other members in the room shifted uncomfortably in their seats.

"We're willing to offer $500million for the acquisition.
I believe it's a fair price, considering the assests and the danger involved".

One of the members from the opposition company, a middle aged man spoke up "That's a bit steep don't you think? We had other offers in the range of $700 million. Why would we sign a deal with yours?"

Just as he said this the temperature of the meeting room dropped nearly five degrees,others could feel it in their bones.

Kiyansh leaned forward, his face calm almost too calm and his eyes cold and calculating as if eyeing a prey said"Mr.Willson I think you haven't checked the papers properly do have a look"

" And about the value I'm afraid our offer is non- negotiable, take it or leave it but the question is will your company exist anymore to make any further deals?"

Mr.Wilson's confidence waned and he started sweating profusely sensing the edge of threats in Kiyansh's voice already regretting the choice to challenge his offer in his greed inspite of knowing it's generous price would yield him substantial profits for his assests. 

As Kiyansh rose to leave the meeting room, Mr. Wilson hastened after him to seal the deal, aware that the failure to act swiftly would result in offers irreversible closure and the doom of his company's future.

After the adjournment of the meeting every other person had different emotion on their face, some looked relieved so some looked terrified and some looked uncertain but Kiyansh seemed unfazed his composure calm and composed 

After Kiyansh his assistant Aryash followed close behind. Aryash wanted to ask something but seeing his boss's cold face he couldn't but after gathering a lot of courage 

He asked" Boss would they accept our offer"?
"They will" came Kiyansh's curt reply While exhaling his cigarette.

He wasn't addicted to cigarette but he did smoke something when in deep thought or dilemma

Inside his cabin which was masterpiece in itself with modern luxury, blending sophistication with innovative technology.

The room bathed in natural light,courtesy of floor to ceiling windows that offer panoramic view of the cityscape

The office design sleek and minimalistic in grey and white with polished grey table with built in wireless charging, temperature control ergonomic adjustment, sound system with noise cancellation and sound proofing of entire room.

A holographic display system that projects 3D images and data visualization also when required could display the image of each nook and corner of the whole building 

The floor of the CEO was secured with biometric scanner and face recognition technology for secure access 

AI powered surveillance system for eliminating potential threats along with a highly professional team of hackers and technology experts supervising the system every day and if required every hour 

As his assistant Aryash left his office he couldn't help but feel a shiver run down his spine. 

His boss's calculating gaze and emotionless demour always left him shaken. Boss is what he called Kiyansh but in his mind he often wondered what lay beneath his mask of control.

He has seen his boss's face and he was in a contract of not revealing it to the outside world no matter the situation else he will have to face the severe consequences.

A specially designed neck gaiter always concealing his face with sharp light brown eyes. 

Was there ever a moment when he let his guard down?? He had seen him manipulate clients and competitors with ease , always having a edge in his voice and the darkest and deepest secrets of them who were against him .

It was both impressive and terrifying at the same time.

He sighed shaking his head" Just another day at work" muttering to himself.

Meanwhile in Kiyansh's cabin he sat at his desk planning and strategizing for his next deal when he saw his phone ringing flashing "LITTLE ONE❤️" 

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AUTHOR'S POV 

National Law University, Bhopal 

First Day of First Year

The corridors hummed with the nervous excitement freshers.

A girl of around 5'4feet stood quietly in front of the massive bulletin board, scanning the list of sections and roll numbers. 

Her name was there - clear and sharp:
"Section B- Kaushiki Jaiswal" 

Her fingers, painted in navy blue, hovered over the printout for a second longer than needed.

Kaushiki wasn't nervous. Not exactly. She was used to beginnings - schools, cities, coachings. What unsettled her were people who talked too much and listened too little or people who judged too quick.

She stepped back, adjusting the strap of her tan leather bagpack, and took in the sight of the campus courtyard.

Students buzzed around like anxious bees, groups already forming. Kaushiki observed them silently - some genuinely friendly, most strategically smiling.

She was wearing her favorite a crisp white cotton top, loosely tucked into a pair of high waisted blue jeans, paired with white shoes. And a watch on her left wrist.

White was her thing. So was blue. She loved the way they made her feel-quiet but composed, soft but certain. Like she didn't need to announce herself to take up space.

Her jet-black hair was pulled into a high ponytail, her thick brows slightly furrowed, lashes brushing against her cheeks and shielding her onyx black eyes.

A small rudraksha bracelet peeked from beneath her sleeve.

Bholenath and Bhagwati.They were her strength

Her phone vibrated.
Mummy❤️

"Kaushiki, beta tumne teen din se call nhi kiya, kaisi ho? Aaj first day tha na kaisa rha. Free hoke call krna."

(Daughter,you haven't called since three days, how are you? Today was your first day right,how did it go. Call me when you are free)

A soft smile tugged at her lips. Her mother -emotionally reserved but deeply present. Kaushiki typed back a quick reply:

"Haan maa free hoke call krti huin. Preshan mat hoiye. Love you"

(Yes mom, will call when free. Don’t worry)

She put the phone away just as a shrill laugh erupted behind her.

"Move na, you're blocking the whole board!"A girl said playfully to her friend, not-so-subtly bumping Kaushiki's shoulder as she passed.

Kaushiki took a breath but said nothing. Not worth it.

First Lecture Hall Section B

The room was spacious, the walls painted in a dull beige that seemed allergic to personality.

Kaushiki slipped into the third bench in the middle row from the front near enough to stay engaged, far enough to avoid being noticed.

A group of three  girls entered, loud and glittery Gucci belts, manicured nails, loud perfume. As if they weren't here to study but to audition for some fashion show.

One of them pointed at Kaushiki not-so-subtly and whispered loudly enough for the room to hear,
“Ye toh wahi topper hai na? Madam topper first bench pe kyun nahi baithin hain?”

(Isn’t she the topper? Why is topper madam not sitting on the first bench)

The trio burst into giggles, as if they’d cracked the funniest joke in the world.

Kaushiki didn’t even look up. She had long mastered the art of ignoring noise  why waste energy on petty people whenyou can simply ignore them?

But then came the second jab.
“Lagta hai cheating se hi topper bani thi. Isliye ab dar lag raha hoga.”

(Maybe she topped by cheating that's why now she is afraid)

That did it. 

Her patience snapped.

Not because they mocked her, but because they dared to question the blood, sweat, and lonely nights behind her success.

She raised her head slowly, eyes locking on them, voice cool but razor-edged.
“Maine toh cheating nahi ki thi  yeh pura consortium janta hai. Lekin tum log apna batao… kaunsa source ya kitne paise deke admission liya hai yahan par?”

(I didn't cheat that whole constarium knows. But what about you all through which source or by paying how money did you get admission here)

The sarcasm dripped off her tongue like venom masked as honey.

One of the girls gasped, color rushing to her face.
“Tumhari himmat kaise hui yeh bolne ki? Humne rishwat deke admission liya hai?” she sputtered.

(How dare you to say we got admission by bribing?)

Kaushiki tilted her head, her expression as if she was genuinely pondering a riddle.

“Muh se bolne ki himmat hui. Aur kisi tarah se bhi bolte hn kya?”

(From mouth, is there any other way to speak)

The class erupted in laughter, desks thumping as students tried to hide their grins. 

The trio’s faces flushed deeper, anger simmering.

“Don’t you dare insult us! Janti bhi ho mere parents kaun hain?” another one shot back, her voice trembling more from insecurity than rage.

(Do you even know who our parents are?)

Kaushiki’s smile widened, sugar-sweet and deadly.
“Nahi. Aur jaan na bhi nahi hai.”

(No, and i don't want to know as well)

The class howled. Someone muttered, “Savage,” under their breath.

The third girl, who had been silent till now, finally found her voice.
“Tujhe toh hum bad me dekh lenge,” she snapped, tugging her friends towards a row away from Kaushiki.

Kaushiki leaned back in her chair, one eyebrow arching in mock innocence.
“Abhi dekh lo. Abhi aankhein kam nahi kar rahi hain ky?”

(Why not now, aren’t your eyes working properly)

That was it. 

The classroom broke into snickers and laughter again. 

The three walked away, faces burning with humiliation, while Kaushiki calmly bent her head over her notes  as if nothing had happened.

She turned slightly away, pulling out her blue spiral notebook, the cover hand-painted with little Shiva tridents  -her own art.

The lecture began. The professor a senior advocate turned academic  had a voice that cracked like gavel. The class quieted instantly.

Kaushiki listened intently, scribbling notes in tiny, beautiful cursive.

Occasionally, her lips moved slightly as if murmuring to herself. That was her habit - thinking aloud when concentrating.

Someone new entered the classroom ten minutes late.

A girl with striking sharp hazel brown eyes, wearing black cargo pants and a maroon T-shirt tucked effortlessly. A leather watch, no-nonsense ponytail, bold black eyeliner. Confident steps without a hint of  apology in her stance.

The girl scanned the room and took the seat next to Kaushiki. 

Their eyes met briefly. A pause. Unreadable.

"Hi" the girl said coolly, tossing her bag beside the desk. "Hope this isn't your 'reserved seat' or ' whatever."

Kaushiki shook her head. "Not really"

The girl nodded. "Good. I'm Taraksha."

"Kaushiki"

Their wasn’t any warmth, but their wasn’t any rudeness also. Just casual introduction on first day of their college.

Professor continued. "Now, the first thing you need to understand about law is enterpretation. There is no one truth - there are positions, arguments, perspectives."

Taraksha leaned back and whispered to Kaushiki mid-lecture, "So basically, everyone's a professional liar in disguise."

Kaushiki replied slowly but firmly without turning, "No. Just skilled at seeing both light and shadow."

Taraksha arched a brow.

In-class ,everyone is asked to introduce themselves.

Professor: "Next..Kaushiki Jaiswal."

Kaushiki stood, sliding her phone into her jeans pocket. 

Her voice was steady, calm.
"Kaushiki Jaiswal. From Varanasi
First Year Law student and Law was my second choice"

Professor: "Interesting answer. Why second choice?"

Kaushiki just smilled.

"Because sometimes failure shows you your actual path.And i wanted to change and explore this field"

The class buzzed with curiosity. Someone at the back clapped once- sarcastically.

Then came Taraksha's voice: "So poetic. Hope your answers on the exam sheet are as dramatic."

Kaushiki didn't even turn towards her
"Don't worry. They'be more accurate than poetic."

It was Break time

Outside the lecture Hall.

Kaushiki stood near the water cooler, Sipping slowly. 

A group of students nearby were loudly introducing themselves, exchanging Instagram handles.

A girl in green tee shirt turned to Kaushiki. 
"Hey! Today the way you handled the girls was amazing?"

She blinked. "Thanks."

"Your welcome! Also i heard you cracked CLAT with a really good rank, YOU mustve studied like crazy, yaar."

"did what had to," she said, noncommittal.

She nodded, grinning. "Well, topper-type friends are always useful."

Kaushiki's eyes darkened slightly. She gave a polite smile and turned away.

Around 4'0 clock lectures were over.

While exiting the gates of her lecture hall she saw a Temple in courtyard of college.

She walked toward the small temple tucked into a quiet corner of the campus.

It was nothing grand -just a white stone mandir with shivling under a Peepal tree.


She took off her shoes, tied her hair up, and sat on the stone on the mandir's floor near shivling.

The soft rustle of leaves, the chant of aarti in the distance, the scent of incense.

She closed her eyes. In that sacred quiet, everything else faded.

"Baba" she murmured.
"Shakti dijiye taki mein Himmat ke sath chalti rahuin or hmesha mujhse sahi rasta dikhaiye mere margdarshan kijiye baba"

(Give me strength to keep going with courage and show me the right path)

The bell chimed. Somewhere within, something calmed.

Later That Nigh in her hostel Room

Kaushiki's side of the room was already neatly arranged books stacked, small brass diya by the window, yellow fairy lights hung softly. 

Her roommate hadn't arrived yet. Or maybe nobody was alloted this room to share with her.

She took out her phone and called home.
"Mahadev ,Maa. Kaisi hn?"

(How are you?)

"Mahadev" her mother's voice was warm with relief. "Kaisa raha pehla din or ham thik hn?"

(How was your first day and i am fine)

Kaushiki exhaled. " Thik tha maa."

(It was fine maa)

"Thik se kya matlab hai or ye btao koi dost bne?" She asked with enthusiasm

(What do you mean by fine and did you make any friends)

Kaushiki smiled, lying on the bed." Nhi maa. Itni jaldi kahan,time lagta hai ache dost milne mein"

(No Maa. It takes time to find and make good friends)

"Hmm, ye toh hai but chinta mat karo sab achha hoga. Or apna dhyan rkhna."

(Hmm you are right, but don't worry everything will be fine. And take care of your self)

"Haan, Maa, chinta mat kariye."

(Yes Maa, don't worry)

"Chlo ham phone rkhte hn. Tum bhi so jana time se thak gyi hogi na aaj)

(Ok then i am disconnecting the call. You also sleep on time, you must be tired today)

"Han.thik h mahadev. Goodnight"

Then she moved towards the window to look at the moon and she started murmuring slowly as if talking to moon.

She has a habit of talking to moon or herself it helped her in clarifying her thoughts and sometimes when something felt too overwhelming she wrote it somewhere.

To be continued