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Wed, 20 Aug 2025 09:03:17 +0000

In the heart of the city stood two families—worlds apart, yet destined to collide.

The Sharma family lived a life of quiet dignity. Devoted Hindus, their strength came not from riches, but from faith, love, and discipline. Aarav, the elder brother, and his younger sister Anaya were both medical students—beautiful inside and out, disciplined, kind, and deeply devoted to their studies. Their parents often said the gods themselves had shaped them, for their beauty was ethereal, their manners flawless. Though wealthy enough to live comfortably, the Sharmas were grounded in values, with no hunger for power.

Far away, behind gates of gold and glass, lived the Raathore family—a dynasty dripping in money, power, and secrets. On the surface, they looked perfect: a respected businessman father, a caring stepmother, a fashionable daughter, grandparents who seemed kind, and an affectionate aunt. But appearances were illusions. Beneath the luxury was rot. The stepmother, grandmother, father, and aunt hid their cruelty behind masks of charm.

The Raathore son, Reyan, was the shadow of the house. Eight years older than Anaya, he seemed like just another heir living on his father’s fortune, working in his father’s empire. Everyone believed he needed his father’s wealth to survive. But the truth was far darker. Reyan was the underworld’s most feared name—an underground mafia lord who built his empire in blood and silence, hidden from the eyes of even his own family.

Only one truth fueled him: his mother’s death was no accident. His father had killed her. Reyan knew it, and revenge burned in his veins like fire.

Cold, grumpy, unreadable—Reyan never smiled. He never trusted. Until one day, his eyes fell upon Anaya Sharma.

Her beauty struck him like lightning. But more than beauty, it was her innocence, her warmth, her unshakable faith that pulled him into a storm. He began watching her in silence, collecting every detail of her life—her college routine, her prayers, her laughter with Aarav. His secret chamber filled with her photographs, moments she never even knew had been captured.

What began as fascination turned into obsession.

One fateful evening, Reyan made a decision. He confronted Anaya and, with the authority of a man who always got what he wanted, forced her to sign a contract marriage. No explanations, no second chances. She was to live with him, in his penthouse—his world of shadows and secrets.

For Anaya, it was the beginning of a storm she never imagined. For Reyan, it was the start of a dangerous love tangled with revenge, darkness, and destiny.