Character Sketch and Prologue
Characters-
Irtaza Khan– A 26-year-old wealthy businessman who also commands the underworld, a truth known only to his parents. He's a very dominant and arrogant person, believing that what's his should always be his.
Anum Chaudhary– A 19-year-old girl from a modest middle-class family. Shy and soft-spoken, with fragile innocence on the surface, she carries a quiet determination to pursue her dream of becoming an accountant
Shehreyar Khan– Irtaza's 22-year-old stepbrother, recently finished college and fell in love with Anum, whom he met there.
Arzal Malik- He is Irtaza's best friend and is also involved in the mafia.
Ibrahim Khan– Father to Irtaza and Shehreyar. A man of power and discipline who treasures his family but favors Irtaza as his heir and pride. In him, Ibrahim sees the continuation of his legacy.
Mariyam Khan– Irtaza’s mother, a devoted housewife who loves both her sons equally. Gentle and soft-hearted, she often becomes the bridge holding the family together.
Fatima Chaudhary– Anum’s mother, a deeply traditional woman who measures her daughters’ futures by the stability of marriage and a well-kept home.
Hassan Chaudhary– Anum’s father, a principled math teacher who shoulders the weight of his family with humility and quiet strength.
Emaan Chaudhary– The youngest in the Chaudhary family. Cheerful, naive, and still in high school, she remains sheltered from the darker realities around her.
Farhan Chaudhary– Anum’s older brother, recently graduated and struggling to find work.
Prologue-
The forest lay shrouded in shadows, its silence broken only by the desperate rustle of leaves beneath hurried footsteps. A young girl ran breathlessly, her chest heaving, fear propelling her forward through the dim light. But escape was short-lived.
A rough hand seized her hair from behind, yanking her to a halt.
“Aahh… please, let me go!” she cried, her voice raw with pain as her trembling hands clutched at his grip. Tears welled in her eyes, spilling down her bruised cheeks.
“Teri itni himmat!” he snarled, his voice thick with rage. “Ab dekh, main kya karta hoon.” (You dared to escape me. Now you’ll see what I’m capable of.) His hold only tightened, cruel and unrelenting.
“Please,” she begged through her sobs, “just let me go… I’m marrying your brother in two days.” Her words trembled, as if clinging to a last thread of reason.
“Never!” he roared, jerking her head back so sharply that her cry pierced the night. “You are mine.”
His breath was hot against her skin as he buried his face into her neck, inhaling her scent like a man possessed. His voice dropped to a fevered growl. “Tere dil aur jism pe sirf mera haq hai. Sirf mera.” (Only I have rights over your heart and body. Only I.)
“I will never let you go,” he vowed darkly. “He is not worthy of you. You will marry me—and only me.”
In one violent motion, he twisted her toward him and crushed his lips against hers. The kiss was brutal, his teeth tearing into her tender, swollen lips until the metallic taste of blood mingled with her sobs.
“Leave me, you monster!” she cried, her voice breaking under the weight of fury and fear.
The word monster ignited him. With a guttural snarl, his hand lashed across her face, the slap resounding in the still air. Her head whipped to the side, and she stumbled, clutching her cheek as fresh tears streamed down.
“You ungrateful woman!” he thundered. “Just wait and see what I will do to you.” His rage was feral, consuming him as he struck her again, this time sending her collapsing onto the damp earth.
She curled into herself, sobbing as he loomed over her, but mercy never came. His fist twisted once more into her hair, and with a merciless tug, he began to drag her deeper into the darkness.
