[ This Book is under editing] Niharika Verma is a stunning semi-classical dancer who wants nothing more than to travel the world, but the shackles of her dreadful past keep her grounded. On the other end, Asia's well-known businessman and CEO of Rajvanshi Industries, "The Maanveer Rajvanshi," is the most rude and arrogant person to outsiders while being the most loving and dear to his family and friends. He is somehow connected to her traumatic past, but they are both trapped in a forced marriage in which, due to a misunderstanding, he shatters her to the point where she is unable to return to him, but will this marriage work or will fate separate them for eternity? However, Shaurya and Disha, who were meant to be together forever, their relationship shattered to the point where she begs for his pardon and he don't even look her in the eyes. What had she done that made him not want to see her face? Wanna know more? Let us delve into their love, and betrayal journey. 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 : 𝐈𝐬𝐭 𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒.

# Book 1 in Forever Series °•𝐑𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚•° 26 year old. Medical residency student in neurology.She is the sweet sunshine girl who comes in anyone's life and make it brighter and happy but is her life the happiest? °•𝐕𝐢𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐩𝐮𝐭•° 29 year old. CEO of Rajput industries and is a devil in the underground mafia world. He is a grumpy and broken soul. He has no place for emotions in his life. He only cares about his family. Will he heal in this lifetime? What will happen when two opposite personalities who are poles apart will they find love and solace when forced into a marriage without their consent ?Do find out by reading the chapter. ||𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬|| ➾ 𝙶𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚢 × 𝚂𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎 ➾ 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚐𝚎 ➾ 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 ➾ 𝙷𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 ➾ 𝙲𝙴𝙾 × 𝙳𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 ➾ 𝙼𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚊 𝚁𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 ➾ 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚝

"See a future with him, pretend to move on... but when it's time to become a bride, it'll be for me. You can hate me all you want, but my name will be in your fate." The monitor backstage buzzed with Swaraj Malhotra's voice, slick with self-satisfaction. "Dhananjay Singhania ke paas na toh bahu hai, na hi bahumat." I almost pitied them. Almost. "Sir?" my aide whispered. "We're live in two." I smiled, not the charming kind they use for posters, the other one . the kind that didn't reach my eyes. The kind that meant someone was about to regret underestimating me. The one that makes my team nervous. Because they know when I smile like that, it means I'm about to ruin someone's perfectly planned day. I walked up to the stage, every step measured. The anthem played. Composure is a crown, and I wear mine well. The Chief Justice handed me the Constitution, his expression solemn. "Repeat after me." as he gestured me forward, the Constitution opened before him. I raised my right hand. "Main Dhananjay Singhania..." My voice echoed back through the hall, too calm, too rehearsed. I could already imagine Swaraj watching this on his fancy LED, smug and proud of his own line. "Main Dhananjay Singhania, shapat leta hoon ki main apne pad ke kartavya..." The words droned on, heavy and holy. Every syllable was a performance loyalty, integrity, service. Funny. Everyone in this room had sold those words long ago. And then I saw her. Front row. White saree. Minimal makeup. Hair tied loose. Sitting right in front , her father's daughter, my rival's pride. I forgot the cameras. The promises. The Politics. "Bahumat toh mil gayi..." I said into the microphone, pausing deliberately. The Chief Justice froze. The crowd murmured. My security chief mouthed something that looked suspiciously like "sir please don't-" Too late. "Ab bas bahu ki kami thi." In one sentence, I did two things - proposed to my rival's daughter and declared a war.