Rohit Verma was an ordinary man in an extraordinary world. A

29-year-old office worker at Mehta Industries, he had no illusions

about life-he wasn't rich, wasn't powerful, and certainly wasn't the

kind of guy who turned heads in a corporate setting. But he had one

thing-Ananya.

Ananya Sharma, his girlfriend of three years, was his whole world. She

was smart, beautiful, and ambitious, climbing the corporate ladder

with determination. They had built a simple yet happy life together,

sharing dreams of buying a small house, traveling the world, and

growing old side by side.

But things started changing when Aarav Mehta, the young and powerful

CEO of the company, took notice of Ananya.

*A Shift in the Air*

It started with harmless conversations-work discussions that stretched

longer than necessary. Then came the expensive gifts, the private

meetings, and the subtle distance Ananya created between herself and

Rohit.

"You're being paranoid," she had said one evening when he asked her

about Aarav.

"Am I?" he had replied, watching her avoid his gaze.

The final blow came on a Friday evening.

They met at their usual café, but Ananya's face was tense. She stirred

her coffee absentmindedly before finally looking at him.

"Rohit... we need to talk."

His heart sank. He already knew what was coming.

"I'm sorry, but I can't do this anymore."

He forced himself to breathe. "Why?"

She hesitated before saying the words he dreaded. "Aarav and I... we've

gotten close."

His chest tightened. "So, that's it? You're leaving me for a richer guy?"

"That's not fair," she snapped. "It's not about money. It's about...

growth, ambition, a different life."

"A life without me," he murmured.

She sighed. "You'll understand someday."

He scoffed, standing up. "Yeah. Sure. Thanks for the lesson, Ananya."

*A Lonely Walk Home*

That night, Rohit walked the streets aimlessly. His phone buzzed with

messages from friends, but he ignored them. The city felt colder,

crueler.

At a traffic signal, he stopped and looked at his reflection in a shop

window. A regular guy in an old blazer, carrying a bag of struggles.

Not the kind of man who could compete with a billionaire.

He let out a bitter chuckle. "Guess I was never meant to win."

As he turned to walk away, his phone vibrated with an unknown number.

"Mr. Rohit Verma," a sharp female voice spoke. "This is Siya Khanna. I

think we need to meet."

Rohit frowned. Siya Khanna... Aarav Mehta's fiancée?

Whatever this was, it was about to change everything.