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๐…๐ˆ๐„๐‘๐‚๐„ ๐„๐๐Ž๐”๐†๐‡ ๐“๐Ž ๐‹๐Ž๐•๐„.

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Original title: ๐…๐ˆ๐„๐‘๐‚๐„ ๐„๐๐Ž๐”๐†๐‡ ๐“๐Ž ๐‹๐Ž๐•๐„.

๐…๐ˆ๐„๐‘๐‚๐„ ๐„๐๐Ž๐”๐†๐‡ ๐“๐Ž ๐‹๐Ž๐•๐„. โ€” Story illustration
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๐—™๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ง๐—ถ๐˜๐—น๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—•๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ธ: ๐—”๐—ป๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ธ๐—ฎ ๐—›๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ฃ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ She was the girl no one chose. The unwanted daughter. The forgotten child. The one who grew up watching love being given to everyone except her. No warm hugs from her mother. No protective hand from her father. No place where she truly belonged. Years of neglect taught her how to stay silent, how to hide her tears behind a smile, and how to survive in a house that never felt like home. He was everything she wasn't. Powerful. Feared. Untouchable. A ruthless businessman by day and a dangerous mafia king by night. A man whose name carried authority, whose enemies feared his wrath, and whose heart had long ago stopped believing in love. To him, emotions were weaknesses. Love was an illusion. And trust was the most dangerous mistake a person could make. On the day of his wedding, her sister ran away. To protect their reputation, her family made a heartless decision They pushed her into the bridal seat instead. One carried the scars of a loveless childhood. The other hid wounds that no one could see. But sometimes, the darkest stories create the brightest beginnings. When two broken souls collide, walls begin to crack, secrets begin to surface, and hearts that once swore never to love start beating for someone they never expected. Will she finally find the love she spent her entire life searching for? Or will the darkness surrounding him destroy them both before they get the chance? โœจ A story of pain, healing, trust, betrayal, family, sacrifice, and a love powerful enough to change even the coldest heart. โœจ โš ๏ธ Disclaimer ยฉ All Rights Reserved This story is a work of fiction. All characters, events, organizations, locations, and incidents portrayed in this book are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or deceased, businesses, events,

Original fiction. Characters and events are invented.

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Stories

### Chapter 1: Character Asthetic

" The moment I laid my eyes on you, I knew you were mine."

Name : Abhimaan Singh Rajput

Age : 31

Occupation: CEO of Rajput Enterprises and mafia king

Height : 6'1

Father Name : Pratap Singh Rajput(60)

Mother Name : Mamta Singh Rajput(56)

Sister : Ishika Singh Rajput(20)

Uncle : Rajesh Singh Rajput(57)

Aunty : Archana Singh Rajput(54)

Cousin 1 : Dhurv Singh Rajput(29)

Cousin 2 : Kabir Singh Rajput (21)

Friends : Vidhyut Singhania(31) and Aarav Malhotra(31)

"You came into my life at a time when I had stopped expecting kindness from anyone."

Name : Anvika Sharma

Age : 2 4

Occupation : CFA(Chartered Financial Analyst) in a Bank of New York

Height : 5'6

Grandfather : Mukesh Sharma(75)

Father : Ajay Sharma(59)

Mother : Kavita Sharma(52)

Elder brother : Kunal Sharma(30)

Elder sister : Riya Sharma(25)

Bestfriend : Meera Arora(24)

Author Note : Hey dear readers Just getting started - this is only the beginning! โœจ

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### Chapter 2: Prologue

" You are not my daughter," her father said, spitting venom with every word. "I have only one daughterโ€”Riya. You are nothing but a black mark on this family. You were never truly one of us. It was only your luck that you married Abhimaan. Otherwise, it would have been Riya in your place."

Riya stepped forward with a cold smirk, her voice dripping with arrogance.

"Dad, tell Anvika to divorce Abhimaan. He belongs to me, not her."

Anvikaโ€™s blood boiled. Her fists clenched as she marched up to Riya, her eyes glowing with dangerous fire. She stopped just inches away and stared straight into her sisterโ€™s eyes.

"Abhimaan is only mine. He was mine, he is mine, and he will always be mine!

You took everything from me since childhood, Riyaโ€ฆ but not this time. Heโ€™s my husband, and I wonโ€™t let you come near him."

Riyaโ€™s face twisted with rage as she turned toward her father. But before she could speak, Ajay stepped toward Anvika, his face contorted in fury.

"Youโ€™ve learned to talk back, havenโ€™t you? Let me remind you of your place!"

He raised his hand to strike herโ€”

But it never landed.

A strong grip caught him mid-air.

Anvika turned in shockโ€”only to see her husband beside her. Abhimaan stood there, radiating rage. His jaw was clenched tight, veins bulging on his forehead, and his eyesโ€”once calmโ€”were now burning with fury.

Tears welled up in Anvikaโ€™s eyes. But his eyes held something else. Not fear. Not confusion. Just one thingโ€”pure, possessive anger.

โ€œShe may not be your daughter,โ€ he said in a voice like thunder, โ€œbut she is my wife.

She is Anvika Abhimaan Singh Rajput.

The next time you try to raise your hand on her, I wonโ€™t just break your handโ€ฆ Iโ€™ll break you into so many pieces, itโ€™ll take months just to count them."

He turned to face Riya, voice cold and final.

"I was never interested in you. Not then. Not now.

Iโ€™ve always belonged to Anvika. I still doโ€”and I always will."

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