The Beginning of everything
The soft hum of machines filled the private hospital room, a chilling reminder of how fragile life could be. Ridhi Singh Rathore lay motionless, her once vibrant smile now a memory buried under a year of silence. Her long lashes rested against pale cheeks, and her fingers—once adorned with colorful rings—now held nothing but stillness.
Standing beside her, hands shoved deep into his pockets, was Avyan Singh Rathore—second son of the powerful Rathore empire. The name carried weight in every corner of Rajasthan and beyond. To the world, the Rathores were royal businessmen; to those who dared whisper the truth, they were the kings of the underworld.
Avyan’s sharp jaw clenched as he looked at his sister. His dark eyes softened for a brief second before hardening again, a storm brewing behind them. He bent down, brushing a stray hair from her forehead.
“Ek saal ho gaya, Ridhi…” he whispered, voice thick with restrained fury. “Ek saal se tu yahan padhi hai… aur main bas yeh sochta raha… tujhe yeh haal kisne diya.”
He didn’t need the answer—he already knew the name that haunted him: Kabir Mehra. A rich, arrogant brat who had walked away free, leaving his sister in ruins. Money and influence had bought him freedom… but not for long.
The door creaked open, and Shivansh Singh Rathore, his elder brother, stepped in. His towering frame and calm demeanor hid the ruthlessness that made him feared in business and on the streets. Behind him stood Samyukta, clutching little Aditya’s tiny hand.
Avyan didn’t look up. His voice was steel. “Bhai… maine faisla kar liya hai.”
Shivansh’s eyes narrowed. “Avyan… yeh raasta—”
“Yeh raasta mera hai!” Avyan’s voice rose, sharp and unyielding. He turned, eyes burning with rage. “Kabir Mehra ki wajah se meri behen zinda laash ban gayi hai. Usne socha paisa use bacha lega? Galat socha. Ab main usse wohi dard dunga… uski sabse badi kamzori se.”
Samyukta’s grip on Aditya tightened as she spoke softly, “Avyan… kya karne wale ho tum?”
Avyan’s lips curled into a cruel smile. “Jo meri behen ne saha hai… wahi uski behen bhi sahegi.”
The room fell silent, heavy with the weight of his vow. Avyan’s voice dropped to a whisper, dark and chilling:
“Anshita Mehra… Kabir Mehra ki duniya… ab meri qaid banegi.”
Avyan left the room with utmost rage and fury in his eyes, ready to destroy everything that comes his way.
On the other hand there was a girl so innocent who had no idea that her world's goind to get crumble in the most cruelest way. She was the epitome of beauty, a pure angel in the human form destined to be destroyed by the devil in the human form.
She never experienced love from her own family excpet her brother, Kabir...who was the only ray of hope and source of love in her miserable life. He had always been protecting her from the the abuse and cruelty from her step mother.
