Rahmeer at the age of 28, a man with a strong built. Towering upon all his competitors, literally and figuratively, he walked like he owned the air he breathed in. And he bloody well did. He owed so much to the people of his city that it would take them many lives to repay him. From a boy who was thrown out of his house at the mere age of eight and then returning back to the same city after seventeen years and taking it to heights, he had gone a long way. It's said that God is not unfair when he gives equal share of sorrows and happiness to everyone, but Pari believed that she was the unluckiest girl in the world. From being abandoned (figuratively) as a child to being handed over to a Casanova for marriage she had seen everything in life. She was an MIT graduate for crying out loud but was still thought of as the first daughter of the family- the biggest burden. She was scarred, she was rebellious, but her heart was as pure as an angel that ironically also what her name meant. Pari was an angel in a leather jacket.