USA -
Tonight was unlike any other night. There was silence everywhere. The moon was hidden behind the clouds, and the winds were blowing at full speed. 'Agenda Peak,' a very tall hill, had about 5 to 6 expensive black cars parked. Dozens of bodyguards, dressed in grey, stood with guns in their hands.
Among those bodyguards stood a 23-year-old girl. Her waist-length brown hair waved with the wind. She wore a black high-neck top, black jeans, and black high-heeled boots. Her hazel eyes could make anyone crazy for her. Her lips were pink like rose petals, as red as cherries. Her milky-white skin and perfect figure could easily drive any man insane.
No girl in the world could ever match her beauty because God had made this masterpiece with great care. This girl was none other than Jahnavi Roy Singhania. She was a brand herself, a powerful businesswoman who had not only taken charge of her father's business but also launched her own beauty brand, *Glow Pink*, which became famous all over Asia. Jahnavi never listened to anyone and always did what she wanted.
Certain events in her life had turned her heart into stone. Her life was like a puzzle—complicated and cruel.
Jahnavi was sitting on the car bonnet, sipping her drink, while in front of her, a man and woman sat wounded and tortured. The woman pleaded, "Madam, please forgive me. I will never make this mistake again."
The man also begged, looking at Jahnavi with fear. But Jahnavi remained busy finishing her drink. Once she has done, she got down from the bonnet and stood in front of the two. Just her presence was enough to make them lose hope. Jahnavi Roy Singhania's anger could make the entire city shiver, as she believed that *the only punishment for lies and betrayal was death*.
Ignoring their pleas, Jahnavi extended her hand. Her personal bodyguard, Rahul, placed a gun in her palm. Looking at the gun and then at the two people, she said coldly, "Lies and betrayal deserve only death. These words is not in my dictionary.You both betrayed the ones who trusted you—how could I let you go so easily?"
Without another word, Jahnavi shot both of them in the head, ending their lives right there. She turned back to Rahul and ordered, "Clean up this trash. You know I hate filth. I just hate it "
Saying this, she sat back in the car, drove herself away, and sped down the road. While driving, her phone rang. She looked at the caller ID—it was her *Dadi* (grandmother). She answered and put the call on speaker. On the other end, Dadi spoke with a trembling voice, "Child, your mother's health has worsened. Come back to India immediately."
Hearing this, Jahnavi disconnected the call, closed her eyes for a moment, and focused back on driving. Soon, Rahul's call came in. Jahnavi picked it up and asked, "What's wrong?"
Rahul said, "Madam, Ma'am has suffered a heart attack and has been admitted to City Hospital. She is unconscious, and her condition is very critical."
Hearing this, Jahnavi replied calmly, "Prepare the jet for India—immediately."
She hung up and refocused on her driving.
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India – City Hospital
Jahnavi's Dadi sat outside the ICU, looking at her daughter-in-law through the glass window. Tears streamed down her face. Jahnavi's father, Ajay, approached and said, "Mother, calm down. Nothing will happen to Aradhana. I'm sure Jahnavi will come too."
Jahnavi's aunt (Chachi) helped Dadi to a chair and added, "Yes, Maa, Bhai Ji is right. Don't worry."
Wiping her tears, Dadi said bitterly, "How can I not worry? You know what their relationship has been like for the last 18 years. Poor Aradhana loves her daughter more than her own life, and yet, Jahnavi has never called her *'Maa'.* That child is hurting her just because of another woman's deeds. Why can't Jahnavi see that not every woman is like her?"
Ajay calmed his mother, saying, "Maa, remember Aradhana once said that even if Jahnavi doesn't call her 'Maa,' she still loves her in her heart. You'll see, Jahnavi will come."
Despite their reassuring words, both Ajay and Chachi were restless. Sitting outside, Ajay found himself lost in thoughts about his first wife—Jahnavi's real mother. He muttered to himself, "Because of you, my little girl has turned into stone. She hates love, trust, everything. She hates you so much even today. And it's because of you she never accepted Aradhana."
He was deep in these thoughts when his younger brother sat beside him. The brother placed his hand on Ajay's shoulder and assured him, "Everything will be fine, Bhaiya. Trust God. Bhabhi will be okay."
Suddenly, the doctor came out of the ICU. Ajay rushed to ask, "Doctor, how is Aradhana now?"
The doctor sighed. "She is out of danger, but…" He paused, lowering his gaze.
Ajay and his brother looked worried. "But what, Doctor? Speak the truth. How is my Bhabhi?"
The doctor explained, "Mrs. Singhania is stable, but if she doesn't regain consciousness in the next 24 hours, she may slip into a coma."
Hearing this, Ajay staggered back in shock. His brother, too, felt devastated.
The doctor continued, "She seems to be under severe stress. I had advised earlier to keep her away from stress. Pray that she wakes up soon."
Saying this, the doctor left. Ajay sat on the chair, burying his face in his hands. Tears trickled from his eyes.
His brother tried comforting him, saying, "Bhaiya, don't worry. Have faith. I'll call Jahnavi again." He tried calling Jahnavi's number, but it was switched off. Even Rahul's phone was unreachable.
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Meanwhile, in Mumbai -
A massive villa stood in all its beauty, surrounded by a lush garden with fountains on both sides. The soft night lights enhanced the villa's charm.
Inside, in the master bedroom, a shirtless man sat in the attached balcony on a couch. His left shoulder was adorned with a dragon tattoo, and his back had an eagle tattoo. Around 28 years old, his perfect 8-pack abs, pale skin, sharp jawline, blue eyes, and cut on his left eyebrow made him look like a Greek god—an embodiment of beauty and power.
In his hand, he held a photo frame with a sketch of beautiful eyes. He stared at it intently while smoking a cigarette.
He murmured softly, "I don't know why I drown every time I look at these eyes. Are they a river…or an endless ocean?"
Taking his final drag, he stubbed the cigarette and set the ashtray aside. Coming back into the room, he hugged the photo frame close to his chest and lay on the bed.
Who is this man? And what happened to Jahnavi that made her so filled with hatred?*