"Rudraksh Oberoi: A Tale of Power, Redemption, and Fatherhood"
Rudraksh Oberoi is a name that commands respect and fear in equal measure. A formidable figure in both the business world and the underworld, he's known for his ruthless efficiency and i...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Prologue
From the moment Roohi entered his life, Rudraksh Oberoi's world was forever changed. He had always been a man of power, control, and influence—feared in boardrooms, respected on the streets, and admired for his sharp mind. But fatherhood was different. It was unpredictable, messy, and raw. It was love in its purest, most vulnerable form.
Roohi was just six years old when she first came into his care. Her mother's fading memories lived in quiet corners of his heart, but Roohi filled his days with light, laughter, and an innocence that he never thought he'd know again. She was his everything. She still is.
Now, Roohi is sixteen—no longer the small, delicate child who once clung to him but a young woman. As she grows, so does his fear of losing her. She's soft, kind, and sensitive, her heart far too open for the world that waits beyond their home. Rudraksh watches her closely, protective, always worried that the cruelty of life might break her gentle spirit. But he knows he can't shelter her forever. She's already starting to drift toward her own path, discovering herself in ways that both amaze and terrify him.
His daughter is the center of his world, but she's beginning to carve out her own. And while she still looks to him with the same love and admiration, Rudraksh fears the day when she won't need him as much anymore.
As for Roohi, she loves her father deeply, but she worries too. About him being alone. About his happiness. She's seen the empty spaces in his life where love should be, and even though she knows she'll eventually leave for college, the thought of him being left with only his work haunts her.
She wants him to find someone—So that when the day comes for her to step into the world, he won't be lost in his loneliness.
And then there's Aarav, her childhood friend. The one person who has always been there, even though lately it feels different. He's not the same boy who used to tease her and make her laugh. He's grown into something else—someone complicated, someone she's trying to understand. But Roohi knows one thing for sure: as much as she tries to ignore it, her heart has started to feel something more for him, something she's not ready to face.
Rudraksh knows Aarav too well—perhaps too well for his comfort. He sees the way the boy looks at Roohi, the lingering glances when he thinks no one is watching, the way his voice softens around her. Aarav tries to hide it, to bury his feelings beneath the layers of bravado and charm he's known for, but Rudraksh can see through it all. He's seen this before—this kind of attachment—and it worries him more than he'd ever admit.
Rudraksh is also acutely aware of Roohi's feelings, the way her cheeks flush when Aarav walks into the room, how her laughter seems to dance a little louder when he's around. It's a bittersweet realization for him. On one hand, he wants to protect her from the inevitable heartaches of young love; on the other, he can't help but feel a swell of pride knowing that his little girl has someone who makes her smile like that.
Yet isn't ready to let go. Roohi is still his little girl, and no matter how old she gets, the thought of her being hurt, especially by someone like Aarav, terrifies him.
Rudraksh knew Aarav was a good kid at heart, but there was a darkness in him that mirrored his own past. Aarav was drawn to the world Rudraksh had fought so hard to escape—the world of power, violence, and control. A world Rudraksh had once ruled with an iron fist, but had abandoned for Roohi, to protect her from the shadows that had consumed him.
He had sworn that Roohi would never know that life. He had built walls around her, giving her a childhood filled with love, warmth, and innocence. But as Aarav grew closer to her, Rudraksh couldn't shake the fear that his past was creeping back in, threatening to undo everything he had sacrificed.
Aarav wasn't just any boy. He was the heir to his father's empire, immersed in the very world Rudraksh had turned his back on. The boy had the same hunger for power, the same restless fire that once burned in Rudraksh. Aarav was sharp, ambitious, and unafraid of getting his hands dirty to protect what was his. And that scared Rudraksh more than anything.
Because while he knew Aarav would never intentionally hurt Roohi, he couldn't ignore the danger of the life Aarav lived. The violence, the risk—it was too close. Too much like the life Rudraksh had fought so hard to leave behind.
He had given up that world for her, to ensure she had a life untouched by the darkness he once embraced. But as he watched the quiet affection grow between Aarav and Roohi, Rudraksh felt the familiar grip of fear tighten around his heart.
He couldn't let his daughter be drawn into that world—not even for someone like Aarav.
This is a story about love—the kind that binds a father and daughter together, and the kind that waits just beyond the edges of childhood. It's about growing up, letting go, and learning that sometimes, love is the most powerful force of all.
