His Aim, Her Enemy

Rajveer:- A 27-year-old man and the ruthless Mafia King of his empire. He shows no mercy to outsiders and has never been interested in love. The only child of his parents, he has shouldered all family and business responsibilities since stepping into adulthood. He has never been interested in women — his entire focus remains on himself, his family, and his empire. Yet every girl who has seen even a photograph of him falls into one-sided love. Some claim they would kill anyone just to have him. His parents have asked him countless times when — and whom — he wishes to marry. Every time, he either diverts the topic or pretends to be too busy, claiming he has no time to think about marriage. Despite having everything, he is never disrespectful toward his parents — especially his mother. If anyone ever tried to harm her, Rajveer wouldn’t think twice before slitting their throat. He pretends to hate the very idea of love and romance, but deep inside, he is searching for Her — his true love, his pure-hearted girl. At night, he wonders: Is there even one girl in this world who could love him for who he is, not for his money? Lavanya:- A simple 19-year-old girl with dreams in her eyes — dreams of fulfilling every wish of her father. The only child, she lives with her dad; her mother passed away the day she was born. She has just finished school and is figuring out what to do next. Her only goal is to become successful and independent. She never wants to marry, because to her, marriage is nothing but a cage. Even though she comes from an ordinary middle-class family, no one can match her beauty. Everyone who meets her whispers, “Is she human or a goddess?” During her school days, many boys tried to impress her, but she always brushed them off, saying she wasn’t interested in love — that love is just a drama where two people hurt each other while pretending to be happy. She hates society. Ever since childhood, that same society has given her only one thing: cruel words — “How unlucky she is,” “She killed her own mother,” and so on. She always tries to stay happy, but every night the thoughts of her mother eat her up from the inside. Sometimes, in the silence of the night, she doubts herself and wonders: Am I really an unlucky person?