TrishaSingh899
A night of music, power, and silence-until she broke it.
In the middle of a crowded club, Riyansh Khushagra-the feared son of a powerful politician and the ruthless CEO of Khushagra Groups-was mercilessly beating an old man while everyone watched in fear.
"Please... leave him!" a voice cut through the noise.
Dr. Mahira Samani, a 28-year-old award-winning surgeon, stepped forward without hesitation.
She knelt beside the bleeding man. "Uncle... look at me... you're going to be okay."
A strong hand gripped her wrist.
Riyansh pulled her up.
"You have courage," he said coldly. "Or you have no idea who I am."
She snatched her hand back. "I don't care who you are. You don't get to play God."
Gasps echoed.
He studied her-those furious, fearless eyes that didn't bow.
"You're not scared."
She stepped closer. "Should I be?"
For the first time, someone stood against him without trembling.
Before he could respond, she was pulled away by her friend-and just like that, she disappeared.
No name. No identity. No trace.
Riyansh searched.
CCTV footage-unclear.
Guest lists-no record.
Ambulance call-anonymous number.
City contacts-nothing.
"How does someone vanish in my city?" he asked darkly.
Days passed. Weeks.
But her angry red eyes stayed imprinted in his mind.
Meanwhile, Mahira returned to saving lives, unaware that the most dangerous man in the city couldn't forget her voice-
"Who the hell do you think you are?"
For the first time in his life, Riyansh Khushagra couldn't control something.
And that something...
Was her.
Because when obsession begins without a name, it turns into destiny.
And somewhere between power and pride-
A dangerous love story waits to unfold.
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