*Prologue*
The rain was relentless, a torrential downpour that painted the streets of Mumbai in shades of gray and shadow. The city’s pulse beat beneath the storm, The slow song playing in the back ground in his mothers voice ″ Lag jaa gale, ki fir ye haseen raat ho na ho~ Shayad fir is janam mai mulakaat ho na ho~ Lag jaa gale se se~“, but in the heart of the darkness, there was a man who had no time for mercy, no place for forgiveness. He was a man who feared none, but the people feared him. The most dangerous the most powerful of all. The one who yearned for something warm but masked it by a cold face.
Rushaan Malhotra stood at the window of his penthouse, watching the city below with cold, calculating eyes. The view had once filled him with a sense of power, of untouchable dominance, but now it felt like a prison. The glass beneath his fingertips was slick with condensation, his thoughts as blurred as the rain-soaked streets below.
He didn’t care for the rain, or the city, or the power he held over its underbelly. What mattered now was vengeance—pure, unrelenting vengeance. His sister, the only family he had left, had been taken from him. The life he knew was consumed by a single, unforgivable loss.
He was left alone in this world when it came in terms of family. The loss only made his anger build up year by year who was behind the act. For year, Rushaan worked non- stop and tirelessly to take down the enemies and the people from the rival families. But this wasn’t enough, the big piece of the puzzle was missing which was yet to be found.
A soft knock on the door of his cabin was heard which woke him up from his thoughts which was only kept to him. The door opened revealing his right hand man Raj kapoor with a file in his hands, he was the one who he trusts with his everything.
“Sir?” Raj says waking towards him, ″Here are the files you asked for but there is a slight complication” His voice trembles ″We’ve found her″
Rushaan lets out a dark chuckel.
The woman who would be the final key to his plans. The woman who would unlock the door to the big mystery , the secretes which were yet to be revealed, to be heard and to be known.
Siya Mehera
Her father’s debt had reached its breaking point. He had thought he could ignore the connections, let the past remain buried, but fate had a different plan. Siya Mehera, the naive daughter of the man who had set his world on flame, was now the price he would collect. She would be his pawn, his possession. And though he would chain her with his empire and his power, he knew one thing for sure, there was something about her that would make her more dangerous than any enemy he had ever faced.
Her defiance, her fire—those would be his undoing.
The door creaked open Siya Mehera entered.
And with her arrival, Rushaan’s carefully constructed world began to unravel.
