Chapter 1
The wedding hall glowed with gold lights, music humming softly as guests turned to admire the perfect bride. Pratiksha sat beside Akash, her smile soft... and painfully fake.
“You’ll be mine today,” Akash whispered.
She forced a smile. “Of course.”
But her eyes kept searching the doors... something felt wrong.
And then the doors slammed open.
The entire hall froze.
Vikranth Shekhawat stepped in.
Blood soaked his shirt. His eyes burned with pure, murderous fury. Guards moved toward him
They never reached him. With brutal precision, he struck each one down without once breaking eye contact with Raghav across the hall.
The air felt colder. Sharper.
He stopped only when he reached the mandap.
Before her father could react Vikranth grabbed him by the throat. “How dare you touch a Shekhawat shipment?” he growled. “Devendra baba sa is in the hospital because of your son’s trap.”
Ishrav leaped forward, but Advait held him back.
Chaos. Screams. Fear.
Pratiksha stood up, hand trembling and then she fired.
Bang.
The bullet sliced the air between her father Raghav and Vikranth.
Everyone gasped.
Pratiksha held the gun steady, voice steel. “Step back, Vikranth Shekhawat. Or I swear—”
He took one step toward her.
She fired again.
And again.
Each bullet missed his heart by inches, hitting his arm, grazing his shoulder yet he didn’t stop.
He walked closer and closer and when the gun clicked empty he smiled.
A slow, wicked, victorious smile.
He snatched the gun effortlessly and snapped it in half.
“You want to save your father?” His voice dropped low, dangerous. “Fine. You’ll pay his sins.”
