Shanvi: The stepsister of the Ranawats
This is not a story about cruelty.
It is about who is allowed to commit it.
10th November
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SHANVI RATHORE
17
A prodigy. Quiet brilliance. Untouched by blood-soaked ambition.
She exists outside the Ranawats' world-
and that is precisely why she disrupts it.
Before the sons, there is the father.
AVINASH RANAWAT.
The Mafia King.
A man who does not rule from the front, but from beneath-where laws are bent, witnesses vanish, and fear is traded like currency. Power does not challenge him; it negotiates. Soon, through Mahima, his future wife, his shadow will stretch even closer to Shanvi's life.
Then comes the heirs.
SHAURYA RANAWAT.
The eldest.
Chief Minister of Rajasthan.
The face of authority, the voice of law, the illusion of order. What he signs becomes legal. What he ignores ceases to exist.
HARSH RANAWAT.
Corporate head.
Owner of Ranawat Corporation.
Schools, institutions, businesses-he decides what is taught, who is protected, and who is quietly erased from records.
Only four brothers walk the school corridors.
AVIRAJ. ASHER. RIHAAN. RUDRA.
They don't need titles here.
They are the system.
The red card is their language.
Inside the locker door, stuck upside down with intention-
a red card.
The air shifts.
By the next period, desks move away. Conversations lower. Friends forget names. Teachers don't hesitate to ignore. Cruelty no longer hides; it is sanctioned. The student is attacked not by the Ranawats, they don't need to make their hands dirty they just have to allow-
Aviraj watches, unreadable.
Asher smiles like it's a game already won.
Rihaan decides how far it will go.
Rudra makes sure no one interferes.
And then-Shanvi.
Her locker is never marked.
Her name is never whispered with warning.
Because the Ranawats do not protect everyone.
They protect what belongs to them.
And Shanvi-
whether the world knows it yet or not-
has already been claimed.
