Introduction

Two individuals. One uninvited marriage.

A world of power, pride, and prejudice.

A love that was never supposed to happen —

but destiny doesn't ask for permission.

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Main Leads

Agastya Dev Rathore 

Age: 28
Title: The Heir of Rathore Legacy

Agastya was never born to blend in — he was carved, chiseled, and crafted to lead. Raised behind the tall, intimidating walls of Rathore Haveli and polished in the cutthroat world of boardrooms, he is power wrapped in tailored suits and silence. Every move of his is measured, every word calculated, every glance a game of dominance.

They say he inherited his grandfather's ruthlessness and his mother's steel. His name opens doors in business circles, but it shuts hearts too — because vulnerability, in his world, is a luxury he was never allowed to afford.

He doesn't believe in second chances or soft endings. Loyalty to him is a currency, and betrayal is an unforgivable crime. With the weight of a family empire on his shoulders and a legacy etched in discipline and dominance, Agastya doesn't bend — he breaks what resists him.

He's a storm caged in calm. The kind of man people either follow blindly or fear silently. But behind the perfection lies a mind haunted by expectations, and a soul that — no matter how far it runs — still carries the shadows of childhood silence and unmet longing.

He knows how to win. He's never had to learn how to love.

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Dr. Niya Veerendra Sinha 

Age: 26
Title: Trauma Surgeon. Rebel with a stethoscope.

Niya is everything a woman in power is expected not to be — loud when she's passionate, silent when she's furious, and untamed when they try to control her. A prodigy in white coats and surgical gloves, she walked into operation theatres with trembling hands and walked out with trembling systems.

Raised in a home where perfection was a demand, not a dream, Niya carved her identity with scalpel precision. She didn't grow up soft. She grew up surviving. Learning to speak up in rooms that preferred her silence, and to walk straight in a world that wanted her to shrink.

She doesn't play by the rules. She rewrites them. Where others see walls, she sees open skies. For Niya, purpose comes before people, and pride before peace. She's fiercely loyal, painfully blunt, and walks like she owns the ground even when her world is falling apart.

There's a fire inside her — not the kind that burns things down, but the kind that turns her into a lighthouse in someone else's storm. But make no mistake, she doesn't need saving. She's not a damsel — she's the damn hurricane.

People admire her strength. Few survive her honesty.

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These two aren't written for fairy tales.

They're forged for warzones.

And yet —

Destiny never cared for character arcs. It just writes them together.

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