Hey everyone,

This is my first story, and it has finally started! I'm not sure when I'll be able to upload chapter one because the situation here isn't great. We're currently under war and always on red alert. I appreciate your understanding and support. I'm doing my best to write the chapter and will post it as soon as possible.

Thank you!

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📍Delhi

The city was illuminated with lights and buzzing at its usual pace. Delhi, a city where no one cares about others, is filled with people who are often unaware of the lives around them. In this vibrant city, two men sat in a luxurious building on the 12th floor of VASPERS—a structure that outshines many multinational companies. Known for its influence, VASPERS serves as the control centre for the southern mafia and underworld.

Two men were sitting on a sofa. One of them wore a well-tailored three-piece suit that clearly signified his authority, while the other was dressed more casually in a T-shirt paired with denim jeans and a blazer.

"Rocky told me about the girl. What do you think you're doing, Shaurya?" the man casually questioned.

This was SHAURYA SINGHANIA—a name that needs no introduction. He is the CEO of Singhania Groups and a three-time recipient of the 'Businessman of the Year' award. A true mastermind, he has a knack for manipulating situations and winning people over.

"You know what I want Nirvan." the suited man answered.

Nirvan Sehgal- a name people are scared of taking. One of the leading businessmen in the country but that is what he shows people. People who knows Him well or the underworld well knows how dangerous he is. The man knows as the beast of the underworld.

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📍Singhania Industries

A young woman in her mid-20s sat at a desk, fully focused on her file. This was Kashvi Singhania, the only daughter of the Singhania family. She didn't even flinch as her phone buzzed for the fifth time in three minutes.

"Put it on mute," she instructed her assistant without looking up.

"Yes, ma'am," came the response.

Kashvi scanned the quarterly report, marking one unaddable figure with a red pen. Her desk was a fortress of efficiency—equipped with three monitors, color-coded files, and an untouched cup of coffee.

"Get the legal team on a call. There's a loophole in the Bangkok merger agreement. If we don't fix this clause, we're in trouble." Her voice was sharp, her tone unwavering.

Outside her glass office, people hurried past, eager not to appear idle while she was on the floor. Yet even in this moment of control, her thoughts drifted to a man who never looked her in the eye during meetings—Dadaji. Kashvi was brilliant, focused, and unshakeable. Still, at times, she felt the heavy burden of having to prove herself. Again and again.

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📍 Apronx Hospital

A girl sat in the waiting room, her eyes reflecting the pain she felt, yet no tears fell. She fixated on the door next to her bench as a group of doctors continually entered and exited the room. When one of the doctors emerged from the ICU and looked at her, she realized that she needed to be strong. With determination, she stood and approached the doctor confidently.

"Nothing is improving, Vadehi. We need to transfer her as soon as possible," the doctor informed her.

Vadehi Rajvansh was just a college graduate, but the events in her life had forced her to mature beyond her years. Her face appeared dull; she was not the typical girl one would envision as being in school.

"I am trying my best, but they haven't replied yet. I don't know what to do, Dr. Verma," she replied, the pain in her voice unmistakable.

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📍Singhania Mansion

A man in his early 20s was walking through the long, luxurious corridor of the Singhania mansion, engrossed in a phone call.

The Singhania mansion is a place no less than a palace—a perfect He was on a call when he heard a scream—a familiar voice. He hurried towards the source of the scream and found his grandmother, Roopa Singhania, lying on the bed and rubbing her forearm. While a girl in her early 20s standing next to her holding a injection in her hand.

"What's happening here?" he asked, looking towards his dadi.

"Aarav, thank God you're here! Look at what Kia has done," she complained.

Aarav Singhania is the life of the party. He's funny, loveable and caring.

Aarav glanced at the girl and then at the injection in her hand. The injection was missing its syringe, and as he turned his gaze toward his grandmother's forearm, he noticed the syringe was still embedded in her arm.

"Do you see her as your scapegoat, Anika?" he asked sarcastically.

Anika Sehgal is fun-loving, but she's also a beauty with brains, living up to the family name. She's the pampered kid of her brother.

"I was just helping her! How was I supposed to know the syringe was blocked?" Anika replied defensively.

"Yeah, sure. All you know how to do is create problems," he shot back sarcastically.

Anika felt taken aback, as if he were mocking her. She glared at Aarav and replied nonchalantly, "Aapse matlab?"

Aarav took a deep breath and moved closer to his dadi. He slowly and carefully removed the syringe from her arm.

"Dadi, I'm leaving for the office," he informed her, then glanced at Anika. "And you, madam, try to keep your medical practices to yourself in college. Real people live in this house, not your cadavers."

He made his way out of the room without waiting for her response, while Anika continued to stare at him until he disappeared, cursing him under her breath.

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Hi everyone, I hope you liked the prologue. Lets hit the target jaldise and then the first chapter will be uploaded. Thanks for reading, I

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