Crimson Love of Werewolf And Billionaire

It was 4:00 AM, and silence draped itself over the grand halls of The Oberoi Mansion, home of one of India’s wealthiest families—the Oberois. Known as the emperors of real estate, their legacy was built on power, discipline, and dreams. Almost everyone in the house was sound asleep, wrapped in the comfort of luxury and peace. Everyone, except Alia Oberoi, the eldest daughter of the family. Inside her private study room, Alia sat hunched over files and her laptop, her sharp eyes scanning documents under the soft glow of a desk lamp. She had been working on a case for the past two days, and even at this hour, she remained focused. Being an advocate was no easy task—it meant fighting against injustice, even when the world was asleep. But Alia was built for it: dedicated, responsible, and principled, just like her parents. However, not everyone in the family shared her discipline. In the room across the hall, Rhea Oberoi, her 14-year-old younger sister, was fast asleep—sprawled out on her bed, her blanket half on the floor. She had an exam today at 10:00 AM, but the way she slept, it looked like she hadn’t closed her eyes in years. Alia had already tried waking her up twice. No response. And then, on another floor of the mansion, someone else stirred. Ayan Oberoi, their uncle, turned in his sleep, smiling faintly as dreams of a rebellious, long-lost love danced behind his eyelids. Meanwhile, Vivaan Oberoi had just woken up. The pride of the Oberoi family, Vivaan was the most adored among them all. He was four years older than Alia and eleven years older than Rhea. Currently pursuing his MBA, Vivaan balanced his life between studies and his deep love for adventure. Unlike what people expected from someone with his status, he had hobbies that grounded him. Painting, singing, and cooking were his passions—things that gave him peace. Standing tall at 6'7", Vivaan had the kind of presence that turned heads. He was undeniably handsome—broad-shouldered, with a perfectly sculpted face and deep brown eyes that could make anyone pause. But despite the attention he received—despite being the crush of countless girls—Vivaan had never had a girlfriend. He was sweet, but only to the few people he truly cared for. Most of his time was spent alone in his room, painting to soft music, singing under his breath, or cooking quietly in the kitchen. The rest of his free time? That went to his best friend, Karan—his partner-in-crime in every crazy adventure life had to offer. By now, the clock had ticked past 5:00 AM. Vivaan was in the shower, warm water cascading over his skin, clearing away the last traces of sleep. The bathroom was filled with steam, and the world outside felt distant—until something pierced the silence. Ring… Ring… His phone buzzed loudly on the nightstand, but caught up in the rhythm of the water, he didn’t notice it at first. It wasn’t until he stepped out, wrapped in a sleek black bathrobe, that the sound grabbed his attention. He walked over, droplets of water still sliding down his skin, and picked up the phone. The screen flashed with a name that brought a half-smile to his face. Karan Malhotra. “Hey! What’s up, Vivaan?” came the deep, husky voice from the other end. “We’re still going horse riding today, right?” Vivaan chuckled softly and sat on the edge of his bed. Of course it was Karan—his best friend, his brother in all things wild and spontaneous. “Hey bro, answer fast!” Karan urged again, playful impatience in his voice. “Don’t say no! You promised we’d go out and do something thrilling today. Come on—it’s a holiday! No college, no assignments, nothing. Just pure freedom. Let’s chill, man!” Vivaan replied in a relaxed tone, his voice calm and warm, “Good morning, Karan. How are you?” Karan groaned. “Oh please, don’t give me that good morning nonsense now. Just tell me—are we going to the farmhouse or not?” Vivaan smirked, then said firmly, “Yeah, we’re going. Let’s meet at 7:00 AM. And hey—bring your motorcycle. We’ll ride together today.” “Yesss bro! Sure thing! 7 AM it is! Thanks, man. See you there!” Karan said excitedly, almost shouting in a hurry. Vivaan laughed. “Okay, I’m hanging up now.” He ended the call and walked toward his massive wardrobe. Sliding the doors open, he scanned his outfits before choosing a crisp white shirt and a pair of well-fitted jeans. Classic, comfortable, and effortlessly stylish. Within minutes, he was dressed, hair slightly damp, yet perfectly tousled. One last glance in the mirror, and he stepped out of his room—cool, composed, and ready for the day. Without wasting a second, Vivaan headed downstairs and walked straight toward the main door of the mansion. Today was meant for adventure. As Vivaan walked confidently toward the main gate of the Oberoi Mansion, the crisp morning air brushing against his skin, a soft and soothing voice called from behind. “Good morning, Mr. Vivaan.” He stopped in his tracks and turned around, a calm smile spreading across his face. Standing there was Pooja—the daughter of the Oberoi family’s driver and female house worker, and the sister of Amit, his personal bodyguard. Vivaan greeted her warmly. “Hello, Pooja. Good morning. What brings you here so early? Is everything alright? Do you need something?” Pooja shook her head gently, a small smile playing on her lips. “No, Vivaan. I don’t need anything. I just came to let you know that Brother Amit is waiting for you outside.” Vivaan nodded, adjusting the strap of his watch. “Alright, Pooja. Got it. Thank you. I’m heading out now. Bye!” “Bye, Vivaan,” she replied softly, her eyes quietly following him as he walked away. Once he disappeared through the main door, Pooja stood still, her heart lingering in the space he had just filled. She smiled to herself, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She had loved Vivaan in silence for a long time now. Her feelings weren’t loud—but they were deep. And while she had never confessed them openly, Vivaan wasn’t completely unaware. He had sensed her gaze, the extra warmth in her tone, the way her smile softened only for him. Pooja was just a year younger than him, currently pursuing her studies in Chartered Accountancy. Despite her modest background, she carried herself with quiet grace and determination. Looking at the closed door where Vivaan had just exited, she whispered under her breath with a dreamy expression: “Wow… he’s so sweet. Day by day, my love for him keeps growing stronger.” And with that, she turned, her heart full, and walked back into the quiet corridors of the mansion. Vivaan walked briskly toward the parking area of the mansion, where Amit, his loyal bodyguard and Pooja’s brother, was already waiting beside the sleek black motorcycle. “Good morning, Vivaan sir. Everything you might need for the trip is packed and ready,” Amit said respectfully, opening the gate and standing to the side. Vivaan smiled warmly. “Thank you, Amit. And good morning to you too.” He grabbed the motorcycle keys from Amit and swung his leg over the seat with practiced ease. The engine roared to life, echoing across the silent drive. Amit, meanwhile, climbed into the jeep loaded with supplies, following closely behind as they departed the mansion. It was a crisp and lively morning—perfect for adventure. By 7:00 AM, Vivaan slowed down on the road near a small city park. Amit pulled up behind him and waited. Just then, a loud horn blared from behind—Karan had arrived, riding his own motorcycle, waving energetically. “Let’s go, boys!” Karan called out cheerfully, revving up beside Vivaan. The three of them set off together, riding in formation as they made their way toward the Oberoi family farmhouse, nestled near the edge of a thick, whispering forest. By 10:00 AM, they finally arrived at the grand gate of the farmhouse. The morning sun bathed the sprawling estate in golden light as the workers greeted them warmly. Inside the lush garden, a breakfast table was already set—overflowing with fresh juices, warm croissants, fruits, and delicious traditional dishes, all prepared with care by the resident chefs. Vivaan and Karan wasted no time. “Smells amazing! I’m starving,” Karan exclaimed, grabbing a plate. “Told you coming here would be worth it,” Vivaan said with a grin as he took a seat beside him. After their hearty breakfast, the two best friends made their way toward the horse stable, leaving Amit behind to rest and unpack. The Oberoi stable was home to eight magnificent horses, each trained and groomed like royalty. Among them was a stunning black stallion, sleek and wild—Vivaan’s personal horse. Karan, on the other hand, always rode the strong brown mare he had grown fond of over the years. “Let’s race, man. First one to the fence wins!” Karan challenged, already hopping into the saddle. Vivaan smirked. “You’re on. But don’t cry when I beat you again.” The horses thundered through the training ground, their hooves kicking up clouds of dust as the two friends raced, laughed, and yelled playful insults at each other. Once they’d circled the training area several times, Karan’s eyes gleamed mischievously. “Let’s head to the forest. It’s been forever since we explored beyond the trail,” he suggested. Vivaan nodded, and together, they guided their horses toward the edge of the ancient forest, where the canopy of trees grew thick and mysterious. The wind shifted, carrying the earthy scent of damp wood and fallen leaves. As they rode deeper, the pace slowed naturally. The horses, sensing the change in atmosphere, began walking cautiously. Vivaan took the lead, with Karan close behind. Suddenly, Vivaan tugged on his reins and stopped. “Wait… Karan, look over there.” He pointed toward an unfamiliar path—a narrow opening between two large, ancient trees, shrouded in soft mist. Usually, this area was blocked by overgrown bushes and low-hanging branches, but today… it was clear. A trail, like a secret waiting to be discovered, stretched deep into the unknown. Karan tilted his head, frowning. “I’ve seen that part before, but never noticed an actual path. Maybe it was hidden all this time. Vivaan’s eyes sparkled with curiosity. “Exactly! That’s what I’m saying. It’s usually overgrown, but today… it’s like it’s inviting us in.” Karan glanced at the path again. “I don’t think it’s anything special. Probably leads to some dead end.” But Vivaan's voice was firm now, filled with excitement. “Come on. We’ve explored every inch of this forest—except that path. This is new. Let’s check it out.” Without waiting for a reply, he gently nudged his horse forward, the black stallion stepping boldly into the shaded entrance. Karan sighed with a half-smile. “Alright, lead the way, explorer. Let’s see what mystery we uncover today.” And with that, the two of them entered the hidden path, unaware that this moment would change their lives forever. As Vivaan began stepping into the hidden forest path, an eerie sensation prickled down his spine. Karan followed hesitantly, and both of them instantly felt it—a shift in the air, something unfamiliar… something deeply mysterious. The forest ahead wasn’t like any part they had seen before. It was quieter. Heavier. Full of suspense. The path was narrow and winding, overgrown with twisted roots and drooping vines. Their horses halted abruptly—refusing to take a step further. Vivaan glanced at Karan. “Looks like we’ll have to walk. The path’s too tight for the horses. Let’s tie them here.” Karan frowned, eyeing the looming trees. “I don’t know, Vivaan. I’ve got a bad feeling about this. Something’s… off.” Vivaan chuckled softly, though even he could feel the strangeness. “Are you scared? No, right? Come on—what if it’s something beautiful hiding in there? We’ll never know unless we see it.” Reluctantly, Karan agreed, and they both moved ahead on foot, stepping cautiously onto the moss-covered path. The sunlight barely touched the ground, yet it wasn’t pitch dark. A soft, dim glow filtered through the tangled branches—just enough to see. As they walked deeper, the world grew silent… until— A voice. A haunting, angelic melody floated through the air. It was faint but intoxicating. A girl’s voice, singing—soft, pure, and magical. The boys froze. “Did you hear that?” Karan whispered. Vivaan nodded, eyes wide. “Someone’s singing… here? In this forest?” Guided by the voice, they pushed through the foliage until they stumbled upon a hidden lake, glittering like silver glass beneath the faint light. Around it swam white snowy swans, gliding gracefully among clusters of blooming pink lotuses. The entire scene felt surreal, like a page from a dream. And then they saw her. who is she ???