Eternal Love ♡

01 ♡

Abhiman sat alone in his office, his sharp gaze focused on the city skyline through the floor-to-ceiling window of his luxurious cabin.
The quiet hum of the air conditioner did nothing to cool the simmering fury that burned within him. His mind raced with plans, strategies, and ruthless calculations, each one circling back to one singular goal: revenge.

His fingers tapped rhythmically on the armrest of his leather chair as he recalled the story his father had told him just a few nights ago.
Dhairya Sharma-the man he had always known as his father's oldest rival. A man whose betrayal had pushed the Singhania family to the edge of ruin in their early days of business, leaving his father to rebuild from the ashes. But that was years ago, and now, the tables had turned. The Singhanias held the power, wealth, and influence Dhairya Sharma could only dream of.
And Abhiman, the eldest Singhania son, was ready to claim his family's long-awaited vengeance.

"Anaya Sharma..." he whispered, tasting the name as if it were poison. The daughter of his father's enemy, and the perfect pawn in his game.

A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts, and Abhiman's personal assistant, Raj, stepped inside, bowing respectfully.

"Sir, Dhairya Sharma ki beti Anaya Sharma ab 18 saal ki ho gayi hai," Raj reported, keeping his tone respectful yet informing. "Aur suna hai ke Sharma family ab uske liye groom dhundh rahi hai."

Abhiman leaned back, a smirk spreading across his face, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement. "Itne bhi kya jaldi hai, Sasur ji," he murmured, a low chuckle escaping his lips.

Raj shifted uneasily, sensing the malice in his boss's voice. Abhiman's gaze flickered over to him, his smirk widening as his plan began to take shape.
He looked like a predator who had just spotted his prey.

"Raj, us Dhairya Sharma ko yaad dilane ka waqt aa gaya hai ke Singhania kaun hain," he said, his voice laced with cold determination. "Hum unhe wo dard denge jo unhone humare parivaar ko diya tha... aur yeh dard unke sabse pyari cheez ke zariye hoga."

Raj nodded, noting the dangerous glint in Abhiman's eyes. "Kya aapka matlab hai...?"

Abhiman interrupted him, his gaze steady. "Anaya Sharma.
Uske zindagi mein jo aayega, woh hum decide karenge. Woh ab apni nahi, sirf meri marzi se jeeyegi."

He leaned forward, his fingers steepled under his chin as he thought through each detail.
The girl was young, innocent, untouched by the sins of her father, yet she was the perfect bait for his plan.
By controlling her, he could hurt Dhairya in a way no business deal ever could.

"Mujhe is shaadi ka hissa banna hai, lekin shadi ka sapna sirf unka rahega... yeh sach main hi samjhoonga aur woh bhi," he muttered, his smirk only growing.

Raj's brow furrowed slightly. "Toh... aap kya soch rahe hain, sir?"

Abhiman's smile deepened, his voice filled with a venomous calm. "Simple hai, Raj. Tum Dhairya Sharma ke contacts ko pata lagao aur humari taraf se ek rishta bhejne ka intezam karo.
Officially aur legally, yeh shaadi ka rishta unke liye 'bade ghar se' aayega, unke liye reject karna mushkil ho jayega."

Raj blinked, astonished. "Lekin sir, aap us ladki se shaadi karne ka soch rahe hain?"

Abhiman laughed, low and dark. "Shaadi ka rishta bas ek bahana hai, Raj. Mera maksad sirf uske zariye Dhairya Sharma ko todna hai
. Uski zindagi mein main apne naye tareeke se aane wala hoon... aur phir, woh chahe jitna bhi chhupne ki koshish kare, woh mere gusse aur mere khel se bach nahi payegi."

Raj nodded, clearly impressed by the ruthlessness of his boss's plan. "Main samajh gaya, sir. Main us taraf ka kaam shuru karta hoon."

Abhiman leaned back, crossing his arms as he watched Raj leave. Once alone again, his mind drifted back to Anaya.
He imagined her face, though he had only seen her once from a distance-a fragile, delicate girl, untouched by the harsh realities her father had set in motion. She had no idea of the storm coming her way.

"Welcome to my world, Anaya," he murmured to himself, his voice cold as ice. "Tumhare hi pita ke paap tumhari zindagi mein ek aise andhere ki shuruaat karenge, jise tum kabhi bhool nahi paogi."

As the city lights flickered outside his office window, Abhiman smiled, fully aware that his plan was now set in motion. T
here was no turning back. He would make Dhairya Sharma pay, piece by piece, through the one thing he held dear: his daughter.
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Anaya's pov

Anaya's heart was heavy as she opened her eyes, her mind instantly clouded by the thought of what this day symbolized. She knew she should feel joy, but instead, there was only a deep, unsettling dread. "Kyu aya ye din? Ye toh meri barbadi ka din hai," she thought bitterly, getting out of bed.

As she made her way downstairs, the house felt hollow, devoid of warmth or celebration. Her mother was gone, leaving her alone with her father, a man who seemed to care more for traditions than her own wishes. Yet, she didn't hate him, even though she struggled to understand why he always seemed distant, why he barely showed her any love.

"Kya main itni buri hoon? Ya shayad... Papa kabhi pyaar hi nahi karte mujhse," she whispered to herself, holding back tears.

In the kitchen, her only friend in the house, Maya, was preparing breakfast. Maya, a caretaker, had been with the family since Anaya was a child and was more of a motherly figure than anyone else. She sensed Anaya's mood immediately.

"Anaya beta, aaj tumhara janamdin hai, thoda khush ho jao," Maya said softly, handing her a glass of milk.

Anaya forced a weak smile. "Maya di, khushi kahan se laun? Papa ne kaha hai ki aaj kuch log shaadi ke liye mujhe dekhne aane wale hain."

Maya's face fell. "Kya tumne unse baat karne ki koshish ki?"

Anaya shook her head. "Unhe kaun rok sakta hai? Unhone jo faisla kiya hai, woh badalne wala nahi hai."

Just then, her father entered the room, his face as unreadable as ever. He looked at her briefly and said, "Aaj kuch mehmaan aa rahe hain. Tayaar ho jaana. Tumhare liye kuch rishton ki baat chal rahi hai."

She simply nodded, knowing that arguing would be useless. Without another word, she turned and went back upstairs, her heart sinking further. Reaching her room, she closed the door and let herself cry, her sobs muffled by her pillow. "Mujhe yeh zindagi hi kyun mili hai?" she thought as tears streamed down her face.

Exhausted from crying, she drifted off into a restless sleep, unaware that fate had something different in store. Abhiman, a young man she had yet to meet, was already on his way to her life. Though her father may have seen this as just another arrangement, destiny had something much deeper planned for her-a connection that would bring love where she had only felt loneliness.

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This sleep brought her dreams of a world where she wasn't bound by anyone's wishes, a world where she was free. But little did she know that soon enough, her reality would begin to change, and Abhiman would enter her life, bringing with him something she had longed for, even if she didn't realize it yet.