In the heart of the Sekhawat haveli, power is the only currency that matters. And Rana Sa is the man who holds it all. ​Janaki Vardhan is the perfect wife: quiet, elegant, and seemingly demure. But beneath the silk and the silence lies a woman walking a razor's edge. Her marriage was a cold, calculated deal-a merger of two powerful families-but she soon finds that the real danger isn't the political alliance. It's the man who shares her bed. Her husband looks through her, treats her like air in the room. He doesn't touch her, doesn't glance at her, doesn't share worda with her. But is it all? Could the things that are visble on surface level be the only truth? Or there is more? she realizes that the only thing more dangerous than his coldness... might be his devotion.

" What are we?" She asked him red tearful eyes fixed onto his, He held cigarette between his fingers keeping his arm on his thigh, " W𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘂𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲?" He asked her back, in a low voice. More tears fell down her eyes, " Do i hold any right on you?" She questioned, whose answer might crumple her heart. " 𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 " he replied with soft eyes, in his deep voice. ---------- 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘶𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵, 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘴, 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴, 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦,. 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳, Is the one stating such a statement, isn't it ironic? __________ "Can you please leave... your presence suffocates me" " OKAYHH..." he said shaking his head. He stood at a distance, eyed her with some unreadable expression. "hmm... to tum bhooke pyase,.. mere khilaf ansan karna chahti ho" (So you want to go on a hunger strike against me?!!) He picked up water jug perched on cupboard,.. she glanced at him and glass jug alternatively. * smash* she shut her eyes in reflex. The glass jug was scattered on ground in pieces, along with water. "Then do it properly!" ____________ 𝘽𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙟𝙪𝙙𝙜𝙚, 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚~