Betrayed on the bed that was meant to be theirs, Arnav Singh Raizada walks out of his own life and vanishes into the night. No goodbye. No corpse. Just silence. Three years later the fashion world trembles at a single set of initials: ASR. A man without a public face. A verdict without appeal. Cross him and you don't lose money; you lose the right to exist. Yet even monsters have a weakness. She appears like a quiet sin-soft voice, fearless eyes, the only living soul who dares to touch the burn scars on his heart. One look at her and the beast inside him forgets how to breathe. But the wife who laughed at his name is still legally his, still venomous, still starving for the empire he now owns. And when her jealousy fixes on the girl who holds ASR's last shred of humanity, hell is granted permission to open. His wife wanted royalty. She's about to discover what it costs when the king comes home wearing blood instead of mercy. He will peel her world apart, layer by slow layer, until she begs for the poverty she once mocked. And through every scream, every headline, and ruin, only one question will remain: When the fire finally dies, will there be anything left of Arnav Singh Raizada... or only the ashes that still burn for her? Welcome to the story of Arnav Singh Raizada and Khushi Kumari Gupta.

​"They thought they threw him away; they actually gave him the world." ​ At ten years old, Arnav Singh Raizada didn't just leave for the United States; he was discarded. His brilliance had earned him a prestigious seat at the world's best institutions, but his family used his success as an excuse to wash their hands of him. For seventeen years, he was the ghost in their bloodline-neglected, unvisited, and forgotten. But he wasn't alone. ​Khushi Singhaniya was the only one who truly saw him. His best friend since childhood, his secret keeper in a foreign land, and the woman who stayed by his side while he built a life out of the wreckage of his abandonment. She was there for every cold New York winter and every unanswered letter he sent home. They didn't just grow up together; they became an unbreakable unit, bound by a secret marriage and a shared vow of silence. ​Arnav is finally coming home, not for a reunion, but for a reckoning. They treated him like a stranger, so he's coming back to treat them like a business transaction. With Khushi as his eyes inside their walls, the boy they abandoned is ready to take back everything they own-because the only thing more dangerous than a man with nothing to lose is a man with the perfect woman to help him take it all.

Based on Kidnapping track. What if Khushi died in the cliff? This is a story of a girl who transmigrated to the body of one and only Khushi Kumari Gupta. Meet Khushi Rathore, a girl who has the power to see future. What will happen? Read to find out!

❝ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧. ❞ Arnav Singh Raizada built his world on logic and control-until she came along, wild and bright, turning every rule into a heartbeat. And in one impulsive, devastating moment, he accused her of the unforgivable. Now the mansion feels colder, his empire emptier, and every night ends with her name burning in his throat like a prayer he no longer deserves to say. He tells himself he can't break - but every night he does, quietly, when no one's watching. Because how do you forgive yourself for ruining the only person who ever believed there was still something good in you? ❝ 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 - 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩. ❞ Khushi Kumari Gupta once believed love could survive anything. Until it was her love on trial. She walked away carrying the ruins of her faith, her heart heavy with words she never got to speak. But no amount of distance could erase him-the man who destroyed her, yet still owns every pulse in her chest. She hates him. She aches for him. And she knows that the only thing more dangerous than loving him once- is loving him again. When fate makes them collide again, he looks at her like redemption wearing a heartbeat, and she looks at him like the tragedy she is learning to outgrow.

Khushi's P.O.V: "I stayed quiet for far too long. People mistook my silence for acceptance... and my kindness for weakness. But I've learned something- silence is not peace. Silence is patience waiting for the right moment to strike." "I gave my trust, my loyalty, my entire heart... and it was treated like it had no value. Now I'm done giving explanations. I'm done expecting apologies. I'm done standing in the shadows of someone else's choices." "If someone believes I can be replaced so easily... then they're about to experience how easily I can walk away. I'm not here to be tested. I'm not here to be compared. I'm not here to tolerate disrespect disguised as love." "I don't tear people down. I simply remove myself-and let the absence do the talking. If someone wants me back... they'll have to face every truth they avoided." "My fire was never the problem. Their fear of getting burned was." Payal's P.O.V: "I used to think holding a family together was strength- but I realized that holding myself together is the real power." "I tried understanding, adjusting, bending... until I looked at myself and wondered why I was the only one breaking. Not anymore. I'm done carrying the weight of everyone else's comfort." "If someone thinks I'm too silent to fight back... they're wrong. I don't shout-I end things. I don't beg-I decide. I don't chase-I step forward, and whoever can't keep up gets left behind." "My heart is soft, yes... but my spirit? Unshakeable. If someone hurts me and expects me to stay- they've misunderstood the kind of woman I am." "I don't need loud revenge. My strength is the revenge."

The first time Arnav Singh Raizada saw her, she was standing beside a man who did not deserve her. She wore red. Not the kind of red that spoke of power or confidence, but the kind meant to hide. The fabric covered her arms, her shoulders, her throat-concealing everything but the hollow emptiness in her eyes. She was silent. Not timid, not shy-just absent, as if she had faded so far into herself that nothing could pull her back. Despite her silence, she was being paraded like a possession. And yet-when her eyes met his for the briefest second, just a flicker of dark against dark-Arnav knew one thing with absolute certainty. He was gone. And she had no idea. A mafia story with characters from IPKKND. The fanfiction is not based on the show. Bi-weekly updates on every Tuesday and Friday. Keep reading! 😇❤️🫂

Arnav sighed and looked at Khushi," Leave it Baby. Now they are out of our lives. Everything is fine now." Khushi hugs him. 'I am sorry Baby. I don't want you to know the reason Mrs. Gupta had committed for which you became an orphan. I can't tell that she is the reason for your parents' accident. Because I know how much it will hurt you. And besides I am not going to leave her, she is going to be punished for everything she has done. This is my promise for you' He kisses her forehead.

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khushi father died in a car accident. she forced to do marrige to arnav singh raizada by her mother to secure his brother future... she dont know him never meet arnav ... but fate bind them with sacred bond......

She was the king's beloved daughter - fierce, free, and untamed. But one betrayal changed everything. When Arnav, the man she once loved, shattered her trust, Khushi swore never to let her heart be conquered again. Until Rudra - the proud, enigmatic king - entered her life with eyes that saw too much and words that struck too deep. What began as a challenge turned into something far more dangerous. Because Rudra wasn't supposed to fall for her. And Khushi wasn't supposed to feel again. But buried truths have a way of surfacing... and when the past collides with the present, love might not be the only thing at stake. Two kings. One princess. A heart built on secrets - and a war that could destroy them all.