For two years, Meera and Vikram burned in the darkness of forbidden nights, tangled in a web of lust and unspoken truths. They were never meant to cross the line, yet they did-again and again-until the line blurred, and all that remained was a feeling neither of them dared to name. Born into Bihar's most powerful and traditional families, they knew the rules. Love was secondary; duty was everything. Marriages were alliances, not choices. And Meera was never meant to be Vikram's bride. When she saw the message on his phone-his father arranging a meeting with the girl he was destined to marry. She left. She had always known their story was built on borrowed time, on stolen touches in the dead of night, on whispered promises they never meant to keep. Meera walked away without a word, without a fight, because what was there to fight for? Didn't they agree for this? They were real in the dark but a lie in the light? Vikram let her go. Tradition, bloodlines, and business empires demanded it. And yet, as she disappeared from his life, taking every piece of him with her, he realized-duty might have won, but he had lost. Because some lies are easy to live with. And some? They ruin you.

Their enmity was the stuff of legends-through school and college, Ranveer and Dhairyaa despised each other with an intensity that only grew over the years. What began as rivalry turned into deep-seated loathing, an unbreakable cycle of hatred that neither could escape. Years later, fate played its cruelest trick-they were bound together in a loveless marriage. Three years in, their relationship remained hollow, poisoned by resentment, misunderstandings, and judgments too ugly to undo. And yet, despite the absence of love, they stayed. Ranveer Rathore, a man of unyielding power and ruthless ambition, is becoming a darker reflection of his lineage. With his empire stretching across industries, he crushes anything and anyone who dares stand in his way. His fury is boundless, his anger consuming, but one thing remains constant-he keeps his wife at a distance, as if she is the one thing he cannot control. Dhairyaa Vashishth Rathore, a self-made powerhouse, has built an empire of her own-SenCode. Feared and respected, she is a storm that leaves destruction in her wake. But even in her darkest moments, she refuses to acknowledge the man she was forced to marry, the man she cannot even bear to see in her nightmares. Their world is a battlefield where hatred reigns supreme. But in the ashes of their relentless war, is there a chance for love to bloom? Can misunderstandings be unraveled, or will hatred claim victory once again? Their past created a rift. Their present is a storm. And their future? A question neither of them dares to answer. In their resentment, she became his forced bride. But can fate force hearts to beat as one?

Entering her hotel room, she was shocked to see her husband there. Recovering from her shock, she smirked with hatred burning in her heart. She turned towards the bathroom. "Come here." Her husband said with a straight face while pouring himself a glass of whiskey, "Please your husband,darling." he stated, widening his legs. He was surely here to satisfy his lust. The way he was sitting was itself demanding. The nerve. With that thought, she fumed at him with gritted teeth, "How do you want me to serve you?". He smiled cruelly, "Kneel, sweets." "And when I don't?" she challenged him. "when"? He chuckled and said with the commanding voice, "You don't defy me, darling." She smirked with hatred consuming her body completely. "Don't you know who my lawyer is?" With that sentence said, his mind reminded him about her betrayal with that supposed lawyer who always happens to be around his wife. Grabbing her arms, he pulled her closer to him, almost touching their faces. Their breath hitched with proximity. He scanned her face closely to see some changes on her face with mild makeup. Captivating! He concluded. She stepped back from him, and he said, "Stop hanging out with your little lover." She was clearly amused by his words and wanted to add some fire to it: "He's absolutely not little." He took a step closer to her to look into her eyes, which were dancing with mirth. "Don't forget-he's your sister-in-law's fiancé. Refrain yourself from these kinds of acts". Pausing to grab a strand of hair falling on her face to tuck it behind her ear, he said, "You very well know what people call these kinds of women." She didn't flinch from the venom in his words and asked, "AND WHAT KIND OF WORDS DO PEOPLE USE TO CALL A MAN WHO'S MARRIED AND HAVING AFFAIRS WITH DON'T KNOW HOW MANY WOMEN?'' "My lawyer will talk to you about molestation charges and restraining order. NOW OUT." with she went towards the bathroom. 🥇#1 IN PROXIMITY