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"Who are you?" Ranav asked, his voice lowered with each word he uttered. 

"That's for me to know and you to never find out. But I can assure you that I'm no danger, not to you atleast." The black masked figure answered. She took a step back and made a back flip and jumped out of the window. Ranav eyes widened, he ran towards the window. But he could see nothing outside except darkness. 

She disappeared just like that in thin air. 15 years old Ranav, not for once have thought that he would encounter a mysterious figure on his first day in his new house and new family. He has spent his 15 years of life in an orphanage and finally got adopted. 

He was happy and contented with what he had but her arrival made him restless. Those eyes, he wanted to get lost in those eyes. They were so fucking beautiful.

And that day, Ranav Raj, now Ranav Raj Shergil had his first obsession and he made it his ultimate goal to make her his, no matter how longer it takes or what it costs.

10 years later:

"Ranav, wake up. Its already noon and you are still sleeping. Wake up." Ayana Shergil yelled at her son. She had tried hard to wake him up but all in vain. 

"Just 5 minutes, Mamma." Ranav snuggled in the pillow.

"Pandit ji is here, you idiot. The whole house is awake and helping but you being the ultimate lazy personality is still lying in bed."

"Exactly ma, so many people are already working, me helping them would be like adding a pinch of salt in ocean." That was it, she had enough. 

"You know what stay here only and I'm telling Mani how lazy, irresponsible and idiot you are. Then we'll see how she'll agree to marry you." 

"NO" Ranav yelled sitting up straight. Anaya smirked. 

"Good, be downstairs in 10 or else." She left her sentence incomplete for Ranav to guess further. 

Ranav rubbed his eyes, still sleepy and looked out of the window. 

"Mani, Mani, Mani, You don't know what you are getting yourself into." He looked at the charm hanging on the window sill and smiled.


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