Silk saree. Diamond necklace. Red lips. A wealthy man's possession. A mistress. Her fingers slowly touched the fading bruise near her collarbone before quickly moving away, as though even she could not bear touching herself anymore. Outside the locked bedroom, laughter and music echoed through the mansion halls. Another party. Another night where powerful people would stare at her with curiosity, pity, or hidden mockery. "That's Abhinandan Varada's mistress" "She used to be a classical dancer, right?" "What a waste." The whispers never ended. Ahalya closed her eyes tightly. Once, people looked at her with admiration. Now they looked at her like sin A knock came at the door. "Madam,""Sir is calling you downstairs." Her stomach tightened instantly. Fear had become instinct now. Ahalya wiped her tears before they could fall and forced herself to stand. No matter how broken she felt... He would still call. And she would still go. Because Abhinandan Varada always got what he wanted. Always. She slowly walked through the grand corridors of the mansion that looked more like a golden cage than a home. Guards lowered their heads as she passed. No one met her eyes. No one dared. There Abhinandan sat lazily on the couch, glass of whiskey in one hand, looking powerful enough to own the entire world. And maybe he did. But the moment his eyes landed on her, something dangerous softened in his expression. "There you are, little doe." The endearment made her chest ache. A year ago, she had been a rising dancer with dreams in her eyes. Now she trembled hearing a man call her with affection. He opened one arm toward her casually. "Come here." Ahalya stood frozen. Every instinct inside her wanted to run. But there was nowhere left to run anymore. Because the cruelest thing about Abhinandan Varada was not his power. Not his anger. Not even the darkness inside him. It was the way he destroyed her life... And then loved her among the ruins.

"Let's explore the world, man. First, we should go to the Himalayas," Ravi said as he was searching best spiritual places of India on his cell phone. "We're not going anywhere," Sid said sharply, his eyes narrowed in disbelief. "Isn't that what you want?" Ravi snapped, for him, Sid was such a killjoy. "The search for truth? That's how all yogis in the past began their journey. Off to the Himalayas for years, and boom, return like you're a God. Do you want peace or not?" Sid felt the question landed him on the horns of a dilemma. He did want to search the truth (the inner calling which he yearns to follow), but at the same time he knew it was impossible to cut off all his attachments. Hey, Mom! I'm going to the Himalayas, don't know when I will return. Life isn't this easy. A moment later, however, the reality hit him like a ball. It's true that most of the great spiritualists ended up in the Himalayas. ___________ Sid's life was ordinary like yours and mine, where you'd find no fantasy or fiction. But he was the possessor of extraordinary trait; he was looking for answers. Little did he know that we're living in a post-truth world. Some say it's an age where truth no longer matters. If you reason with people based on facts they'll explain away their beliefs by saying, "It's true to me and that's all that matters." Politicians spin the yarn of their agenda from time to time, media telecast news based on their political leanings. Social media has led us into an information war. Despite of above all harsh realities, Sid set himself off to find truth. A quest of self-discovery. How about you take this journey with Sid in which only love will reign supreme? It's just that you need to redefine the meaning of love.

"Please rahabji leave me ,I'll obey u as long as I live ,please please i beg u don't kill me"a fragile girl was terabely crying and hanging in air by her neck, the man holding her by her neck had no emotion in his eyes,he's just looking at the poor girls struggle to escape "sorry sweetheart ,this is the only choice left,and I'm gona miss u so much ,good bey love" saying this he left her neck from his hold "aaahhhh"the girl fell of the cleft close to death r may b away from these monsters torture . who r they? Y that man kill that girl?what relation do they share? Rahab singhania,a monstrous being ,evil ,ruthless, arrogant short tempered awa handsome as devil.the one and only supreme commander of Asia continent. The Mafia's dangerous boss Meeti ,an ordinary girl of 18,innocent sweet and golden hearted girl.an orphan,love to sing and a selfless sacrificing natured .