"I DON'T WANT ANY SELFISH WOMAN AROUND MY CHILD!" Rudra roared, the glass shattering in his fist. "STOP IT, RUDRA," Siya said softly, tears brimming in her eyes. "I LOVE HIM... I WOULD NEVER HURT YOUR REYANSH." "DON'T SHOW ME THOSE FAKE TEARS OF YOURS!" he snapped, voice sharp like a blade, slamming his fist into the wall with a thud that echoed through the room. "YOU THINK I CAN'T SEE THROUGH THAT INNOCENT ACT? THAT SOFTNESS? IT'S ALL A LIE, ISN'T IT?" Siya dropped to her knees, heart breaking. "IT'S NOT ABOUT REYANSH, RUDRA... IT'S ABOUT YOU... YOU NEEDED LOVE, RUDRA." . . . ╰┈➤Rudra Singhania - a six-foot-tall man, breathtakingly handsome and steamingly hot, with a presence that commands attention. Grumpy as hell, CEO of Singhania Group of Industries Pvt. Ltd., recently returned from London. A man carved from ice and fire, he's a single parent to little Reyansh - just a few months old - trying to balance towering empires with tiny cries. He hates women, hates emotions, and despises the very idea of letting a nanny or any woman near his baby. ╰┈➤Siya Sharma - a beautiful, cheerful girl with a heart full of dreams and the weight of responsibilities on her shoulders. Daughter to a single mother and a protective elder sister, she balances her 4th year of architecture with the chaos of life. What she never saw coming was becoming the unexpected nanny to Rudra Singhania's baby - a twist of fate that would change everything. Two opposites. One roof. A child in between. Will Siya ever be more than just a nanny in Rudra's eyes? Will Reyansh open his heart to her? And will Rudra finally let love touch the parts of him he's buried deep?

✔️Story of Rudransh Singh Rathore and Avantika Pratap Singh --Sneak and peak-- They are exactly what other needed; the missing piece that made everything else magically click into its place. She's the type of woman who shows her sinister side when she believes in good man; precisely her man. The two body wrapped in eachother's arms getting their way to eachother in the dim yet soft light of Victorian gothic chamber. The lavender's room fragrance swimming around the Royal couple who stood in black and white. He is like the burning fire of the sun while she is calm like the moonlight of the night. They met like one evening; When he drowns, she rises so that she can keep their world enlighten through his light. Both of them; balancing eachother's genre. ______________ Her: How your eyes fell on me so undistracted? Him: Eyes? My whole fucking being fell for you, Mrs. Rathore. Her: I can't believe it. Him: Believe me, wife. Even the stars fell for you, how could I not? _______________ Him: I had lost myself, somewhere, while searching for you. Her: Believe me, husband, not more than me. Your footsteps use to echo inside abandoned corridors of my heart. _______________