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The bustling city of Mumbai bowed to just one name—
Aryamann Pratap Singh.
To the world, he was a leader.
A man of vision. A man of order.
But beneath the tailored suits and controlled smiles…
lurked a predator.
Ruthless. Calculated. Unforgiving.
He didn’t just govern the city—he owned it.
And in his kingdom, power wasn’t given.
It was taken… and never returned.
Coming from a politically influential family,
Aryamann Pratap Singh had been raised not with morals…
but with strategies.
Power wasn’t something he discovered—it was something he was born into.
From a very young age, he learned that emotions were weaknesses, trust was a liability,
and loyalty… could always be bought.
While others his age were learning right from wrong,
Aryamann was learning how to bend both to his will.
Because in his world, there were no heroes or villains—
only those who ruled…
and those who were ruled.
At just twenty-eight, Aryamann Pratap Singh stood where people only dared to dream of reaching.
Power at his fingertips.
The city under his control.
And not a single ounce of mercy in his veins.
An exact opposite to him was Ragini Mishra.
Coming from a middle-class family in Mumbai, she was the epitome of beauty and kindness. . .
with just a hint of sass.
Simple, yet impossible to ignore.
Soft, yet not someone who could be easily bent.
In a city ruled by power, she carried her own—quietly, gracefully.
At twenty-six, she was a Kathak dance teacher,
doing her part to support her family and ease their financial burdens.
Every step she took wasn’t just part of a dance— it was
responsibility, sacrifice, and quiet strength.
She loved dancing.
Not just as an art, but as a part of who she was.
In every movement, she found herself—her peace, her voice,
her freedom.
Because where words failed, her dance spoke.
Two people from entirely different worlds…
one born into power, the other built on grace.
What happens when their paths finally cross?
Read on to find out. 😏🔥