Chapter 1
Rohan Rajput, the heir to the vast Rajput Group, had been living in complete anonymity after completing his so-called “training in poverty.” His marriage to Anjali Sharma was a cornerstone of the simple life he had carefully built. From the very beginning, Anjali’s family had looked down on what they believed was Rohan’s modest background, constantly pushing her toward people they considered “better matches.” The Sharmas never really accepted him.
Everything changed the night of her cousin Rajat Singh’s lavish engagement party. Rajat— one of the city’s infamous “Five Princes”—revealed just how close he and Rohan actually were. That subtle display of influence unsettled both the Sharma and Chadha families, planting the first seeds of doubt about who Rohan really was.
A few days later, Rajat gifted the newlyweds something extraordinary: an priceless “Uttar Tara” jewellery set. The gesture only deepened their suspicions. Meanwhile, Anjali—caught between her family’s disapproval and her rapidly growing career—remained largely unaware of the real connections her husband quietly maintained.
Around the same time, Rohan quietly began reclaiming what was rightfully his. It started with the acquisition of Moraya Enterprises, one of the Rajput Group’s key subsidiaries. His father, Eklavya Rajput, smoothed the path by introducing him to Ishaan Kumar and Kavya Menon—people who would soon become his closest allies. He also reached out to his childhood friend Ananya Desai, now a celebrated interior designer known professionally as Vidya. She was the one who gave Moraya’s headquarters its stunning new look and later transformed the Mountain View villa—the home Rohan planned to share with Anjali—into something truly special.
The “Five Princes”—Rohan, Rajat Singh, Raman “Ram” Desai, Alok “AK” Singh, and Dr. Mihir Chaudhary—had forged an unbreakable bond over the years. Their lives, their fortunes, their futures—they were all intertwined.
During one of their rare private gatherings, Anjali froze when she saw a notification: a sudden transfer of 500 million rupees into the bank account that supposedly belonged to Rohan’s “deceased” parents—the perfect cover story he had maintained for years. The realization hit her like a thunderbolt. Her husband had been hiding entire worlds from her.
The moment she read the message, her mind went blank.
What the hell is going on? How could Rohan keep something this massive from me? He’s always been so… simple. Or at least, that’s what he wanted me to believe.
“Anjali? You okay?” Rohan leaned toward her, concern clear in his voice.
She quickly locked her phone and forced a weak smile. “Yeah… just feeling a little tired, that’s all.”
Rohan didn’t buy it for a second. He knew her too well. “You’re hiding something from me, aren’t you?”
“No, Rohan. It’s nothing. Come on, the party’s already started. We should go.” She tried to brush it off, grabbing his hand and tugging him toward the living room.
But Rohan didn’t move. “Anjali, please. Just tell me what’s wrong. I know something’s bothering you.”
She took a deep breath and finally met his eyes. “I saw it. 500 million rupees… in your parents’ account.”
Rohan went still for a few long seconds, searching for the right words. Then, softly: “Oh… that. Those are just my parents’ savings.”
“Savings?” Anjali’s voice cracked. “Half a billion rupees is ‘savings’? And you never once thought to mention it?”
“I wanted to tell you… I was just waiting for the right moment. Honestly, it’s not that big a deal.”
“Not a big deal?” Her voice rose despite herself. “Rohan, it’s 500 million! That’s insane—and you’re acting like it’s pocket change?”
“Please, don’t get upset. I’ll explain everything, I promise. Just… not right now. The party’s going on. Let’s talk about this properly later, okay?”
Anjali stared into his eyes for a long moment. She could see he wasn’t ready to spill everything tonight. “Fine,” she said quietly. “But we are talking about this. Soon.”
Rohan exhaled in relief. “Thank you, Anjali. You’re the best.”
They walked back to the living room where the music was loud and the laughter even louder. But Anjali felt like she was floating somewhere else entirely—like she had stepped into a stranger’s life and didn’t even know the man she married.
That’s when she spotted Ayushi—Rohan’s sister and one of her closest friends—smiling at her from across the room. Anjali made up her mind. She needed answers.
She pulled Ayushi aside. “Ayushi… did you know there’s 500 million rupees in Rohan’s parents’ account?”
Ayushi looked at her for a beat, weighing her words. “Yeah… I knew. But Rohan asked me not to say anything. He wanted to tell you himself.”
“Then why didn’t he?” Anjali’s voice trembled slightly.
“I don’t know, Anjali. You’ll have to ask him that.”
Anjali felt lost. She loved Rohan—deeply—but right now it felt like he had betrayed her trust in the worst way. She needed the truth, no matter how painful.
Later that night, after the last guest had left and the house fell silent, Anjali called Rohan over.
“Rohan… no more games. Who are you really? And why have you been hiding all of this from me?”
Rohan took a long breath and looked straight into her eyes. “Okay. I’ll tell you everything. But promise me you won’t get angry.”
Anjali didn’t promise anything. She just wanted the truth.
And so Rohan began. As the story unfolded—layer after layer—Anjali listened in stunned silence. With every revelation, she felt the ground shift beneath her feet. Her entire life was about to change forever.
“So… you’re actually… a prince?” she whispered, half in disbelief.
Rohan gave a small nod. “Yeah. I’m the heir to the Rajput Group.”
For several long seconds, Anjali couldn’t speak. Shock had stolen her words. “Why didn’t you tell me? All this time… why?”
“I wanted to give you a normal life, Anjali. I didn’t want you to fall for me because of money or power or the family name. I wanted you to love me for me.”
“But when were you planning to tell me?” Her voice cracked.
“When I saw your family trying to pull you away from me. I couldn’t lose you, Anjali. I just… couldn’t.”
She looked into his eyes and saw nothing but honesty. She understood, even if it hurt. He had hidden it to protect what they had.
Still, the sting of betrayal lingered. “I don’t know what to say, Rohan. I need time to process all of this.”
“I get it. Take as long as you need. I’m not going anywhere.”
Anjali stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him. “Thank you… for finally telling me. I know you’re a good man. We’ll figure this out together.”
But even as she held him, a quiet fear crept in. Would she ever truly fit into this new world? Could she ever trust him completely again?
The night stretched on, and Anjali’s mind was a storm of questions. She knew one thing for certain—nothing would ever be the same.
The next morning, she woke with a quiet resolve. She would stay. She would face the truth—whatever it brought. She would own her life and see where it led.
Downstairs, she found Rohan making breakfast. She slipped behind him, wrapped her arms around his waist, and whispered in his ear, “Good morning, Your Highness.”
Rohan turned, smiling, and kissed her softly. “Good morning, my queen. Breakfast is almost ready.”
Anjali laughed despite everything. “What are you making today?”
“Something special. Just for you.”
They sat together, ate slowly, and quietly decided they would rebuild—stronger, more honest, side by side. They would trust each other, support each other, face every storm together.
But just as they were finishing, Anjali’s phone buzzed.
Unknown number.
Her heart skipped. She answered cautiously. “Hello?”
A cold, unfamiliar voice came through the line.
“Your husband made a very big mistake. And now… you’re going to pay for it.”
Anjali’s blood ran cold. “Who is this?”
“You’ll find out soon enough.”
The line went dead.
She looked up at Rohan, fear written all over her face.
“Rohan… I think we’re in danger.”
