The evening sun dipped behind the skyline, turning the city into a blur of golden light and shadows. The streets buzzed with energy—vendors calling out, laughter echoing from children playing, cars honking in endless rhythm. From her balcony, Roshni leaned against the railing, her long hair swaying in the wind. For her, this chaos was comfort. This city was home.
"Roshni!" A familiar voice barked from inside.
She sighed. Here we go again.
Abhimanyu, her elder brother, stood in the doorway, arms folded. His sharp features carried the seriousness he never seemed to put down. "Do you even realize the time? Papa will scold you again if you're late for dinner."
Roshni turned, mischief lighting her face. "You sound more like Papa than Papa himself."
"Someone has to," Abhimanyu muttered, though the corner of his lips twitched as if he wanted to smile. "You're always lost in your own world."
"And you're always standing guard like a bodyguard," she teased, brushing past him as she entered the dining room.
The Arora family gathered around the table, a scene painted in warmth. Raghav, their father, sat at the head—calm, disciplined, his presence commanding yet kind. Anjali, their mother, moved gently between plates, her smile soft enough to calm any storm.
"Finally," Raghav said, raising an eyebrow at his daughter. "Roshni, I don't know what you see on that balcony every evening, but I hope it's not wasting all your time."
Roshni bit back a laugh. "Maybe I'm waiting for destiny to come knocking at my door."
"Destiny doesn't knock," Abhimanyu cut in dryly. "It usually barges in uninvited and makes a mess."
Anjali chuckled, placing food on his plate. "That's rich, coming from the one who thinks he controls everything."
The table erupted in laughter. It was a home built on affection, small arguments, and unshakable love. Roshni felt safe here. Sheltered. Untouchable.
She didn't know that safety was the most fragile illusion of all.
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Across the city, another dinner was being prepared. But this one was drenched in silence, thick and suffocating.
The Romano mansion gleamed like a fortress. Its walls spoke of power, its halls echoed with unspoken fear. At the dining table sat Shivanya Romano, elegant in a silk saree, her gaze calm but sharp. She carried herself with dignity, the matriarch of an empire built in shadows.
Beside her sat Alia, her daughter—beautiful, graceful, yet distant. Her eyes carried an unspoken loneliness, as though even surrounded by wealth and power, something was missing.
The quiet air broke as heavy footsteps echoed through the hall.
Ishan entered.
The atmosphere shifted instantly. His tall frame, clad in black, radiated authority. His eyes—dark, piercing—swept the room, and no one dared to meet them for too long. He said nothing, yet his silence spoke louder than thunder.
"Ishan," Shivanya greeted softly, "you're late."
His jaw tightened. "Business."
That single word was enough. No one questioned further. Business meant matters that others could not know. Business meant fear.
Alia shifted slightly, her voice delicate. "Bhai, you hardly ever sit with us anymore."
For a fraction of a second, his gaze softened at his sister, but it vanished as quickly as it came. "Because the world doesn't allow me to."
The room fell silent again, the clinking of cutlery cautious, breaths measured. This was not a family dinner—it was a throne room, and Ishan was the untouchable king.
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Two families. Two worlds.
One bound by love and simplicity.
The other ruled by power and silence.
Yet destiny had already begun its work, weaving invisible threads between them.
Roshni did not yet know that the man the world feared the most… would become the center of her destiny.
Her laughter would someday clash with his silence.
Her innocence would stand against his shadows.
And her light would be the only thing that could pierce his darkness.
Nor did Abhimanyu realize that his own heart would betray him, when his eyes would one day meet Alia's. The mafia princess no one dared to touch, and the only woman who could set fire to his well-guarded soul.
Two brothers. Two sisters.
Two hearts destined to chase, two hearts destined to fall.
But destiny is cruel.
And once its trap is set—no one escapes.
This… was only the beginning.
---
Roshni excused herself from the table after dinner, slipping out into the garden. The night air was cool, and the stars glittered faintly above. She stretched her arms and whispered, almost to herself, "If destiny really has a plan for me, I hope it's something exciting."
She didn't notice Abhimanyu behind her until he spoke. "You should be careful what you wish for."
Roshni turned, frowning. "Why do you always talk like an old man?"
"Because someone in this house has to protect you from yourself." He stepped closer, his expression softening. "I know you laugh at me for worrying too much, but Roshni… the world isn't as kind as you think."
She smiled, shaking her head. "And you're not as carefree as you should be. We balance each other out, bhai."
Abhimanyu chuckled faintly, though a shadow passed over his face. A shadow of something even he couldn't explain.
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Across the city, the Romano mansion was still lit. Ishan stood alone on the balcony outside his room, the night breeze tugging at his shirt. Below him, the city stretched wide, restless, alive, but to him—it was just another kingdom to control.
Alia appeared quietly, her steps graceful. "Bhai."
He turned, his expression unreadable. "It's late. Go rest."
"Not before I say this," Alia insisted, folding her arms. "You've built walls so high around yourself that even we—your own family—can't climb them. Do you ever get tired of being… untouchable?"
His eyes darkened. "Being untouchable keeps you safe. It keeps this family safe."
Alia's lips parted as though to argue, but she stopped. She knew better than to fight against his silence. Yet her heart ached—for her brother, for herself. She had everything and nothing at the same time.
And somewhere in the city, another heart was destined to understand that ache.
---
The night deepened. Two families lay under the same stars, unaware that those stars had already aligned their fates.
Soon, Roshni's innocence would clash with Ishan's darkness.
Soon, Abhimanyu's guarded heart would beat for Alia.
Destiny had set the stage. The curtain was rising.
And from this moment, nothing in their lives would ever be the same.
---
Later that night, the Arora house was quiet. Roshni lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling, her thoughts wandering. She replayed her father's calm words, her mother's gentle laughter, and Abhimanyu's serious warnings.
"Everyone worries too much," she whispered to herself. "Life isn't a battlefield."
She didn't know how wrong she was.
Her phone buzzed. It was a message from a friend inviting her to a college event the next day. Roshni smiled and typed back quickly, already imagining the fun. She was a dreamer at heart, someone who still believed in good endings.
Meanwhile, Abhimanyu sat at his desk, flipping through work papers. He wasn't just protective—he was ambitious, carrying the weight of responsibility for his family. But tonight, his mind kept drifting elsewhere. Something in the city's silence unsettled him, as though a storm was waiting to break.
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At the Romano mansion, Shivanya entered her son's study. Ishan stood by the window, his back to her, cigarette smoke curling in the air.
"You'll destroy yourself like this," Shivanya said softly.
He didn't turn. "It keeps me alive."
"Ishan," she tried again, "you don't have to carry everything alone. Power doesn't mean silence."
Finally, he looked at her. His eyes were sharp, unreadable. "In my world, silence is survival. Words get you killed."
Her heart clenched, but she said nothing. She had lost her husband to this world of blood and shadows—she would not lose her son to weakness.
Just then, Alia entered, holding a tray of coffee. "Bhai, you've been awake all night again."
Ishan stubbed out the cigarette and walked to his desk. "That's the price of ruling this city."
Alia's eyes searched his face. "And what about the price your heart pays?"
For a moment, silence hung between them, heavy and unspoken. Ishan's lips curved into the faintest of smirks. "My heart is not for sale."
---
On the other side of the city, Roshni stood by her window, gazing at the moon. Somewhere, in another part of the same sky, Ishan looked at the very same moon.
Two souls. Two worlds.
Bound by a destiny neither could escape.
Roshni dreamed of a tomorrow filled with laughter.
Ishan prepared for a tomorrow filled with blood.
But destiny had already decided—
their paths would collide.
And when they did… both light and darkness would burn.
---
The next morning, sunlight spilled into Roshni's room. She groaned and pulled the blanket over her head when her mother's voice echoed from the kitchen.
"Roshni! Wake up, you'll be late again!"
Dragging herself out of bed, she muttered, "Even the sun doesn't nag this much."
Downstairs, Abhimanyu was already dressed neatly, sipping tea with their father, Raghav. His crisp shirt and serious face made him look older than his age.
"Look at your brother," Anjali said as Roshni walked in, half-asleep. "Always responsible. Learn something from him."
"Ma," Roshni yawned, "if we were both responsible, life would be boring."
Abhimanyu glanced at her, smirking faintly. "No, if we were both like you, the house would be chaos."
Raghav chuckled, folding his newspaper. "Enough, both of you. Roshni, today you'll go with Abhimanyu. I don't want you traveling alone so late in the evening again."
Roshni rolled her eyes. "Papa, the city is not a jungle."
Abhimanyu's tone sharpened. "You have no idea how dangerous it can be. Just listen for once."
The firmness in his voice silenced her protest. Somewhere deep down, Roshni knew he wasn't entirely wrong.
---
Meanwhile, at the Romano mansion, the morning began in a different way. Servants rushed to and fro, heads bowed, careful not to cross paths with Ishan.
He descended the stairs slowly, his presence enough to freeze the hall. Shivanya sat in the living room, dressed elegantly, her tea untouched.
"Ishan," she said, her tone gentle, "I want you to accompany Alia today. She has a charity event. It would look good if the Romano name stood beside her."
Ishan's jaw tightened. "Charity doesn't build empires."
Alia spoke softly, yet firmly. "Not everything is about empires, bhai. Sometimes people just need to see we're human too."
For a moment, silence stretched between them. Ishan's eyes, dark and unreadable, locked on hers. Finally, he muttered, "Humans get destroyed in my world."
Alia's lips pressed into a thin line. She didn't argue further, but her heart ached. She wanted to live, not just survive in shadows.
---
Back in the Arora household, Roshni grabbed her bag and twirled playfully. "Ready! Bhai, are you coming, or should I take the world by storm alone?"
Abhimanyu sighed, standing. "One day you'll understand, Roshni, that not every storm is meant to be danced in."
She winked. "And one day, you'll understand that storms can be beautiful."
The siblings stepped out together, their paths unknowingly drawing closer to another family, another fate.
---
In two different parts of the city, two families moved through their morning.
One wrapped in love, laughter, and warmth.
The other wrapped in power, silence, and fear.
But by nightfall, destiny's threads would tighten.
Roshni's laughter.
Ishan's silence.
Abhimanyu's guarded heart.
Alia's unspoken dreams.
All would begin to weave into a story that could not be undone.
---
The day moved faster than Roshni expected. Between lectures at college and chatting with friends, she almost forgot about her brother's stern warnings. Almost.
By evening, the campus buzzed with activity. A small cultural event was taking place, and Roshni, bright as always, was in the center of laughter with her friends. Her smile lit up the courtyard like sunshine.
Abhimanyu, however, wasn't enjoying himself. Standing at the edge, he kept scanning the area with sharp eyes, alert as always. He was used to responsibility, used to protecting. But tonight, something felt… different.
A group of luxury cars pulled up at the far end of the street. The chatter around the event dimmed. Heads turned. The Romano insignia glimmered faintly on the cars' sleek doors. Everyone knew what that symbol meant—power, money, danger.
Roshni frowned, whispering to her friend, "Who are they?"
Her friend's eyes widened. "You don't know? That's Ishan Romano… the mafia king of this city."
The words made Roshni's heart skip, though she didn't understand why.
From the car, Alia stepped out first—elegant in a simple gown, her presence enough to draw admiration. Whispers spread quickly.
And then, he came.
Ishan Romano.
Tall, dressed in black, his expression cold as steel. He didn't need guards to surround him, yet they did. The crowd instinctively moved back, creating a path as if even the air feared him. His eyes scanned the area once, sharp and unreadable.
Roshni's gaze met his.
For a moment, time stopped. The noise of the crowd, the music, even her own heartbeat—everything faded. His eyes were dark, intense, carrying both danger and mystery. She had never seen someone who could silence a whole place without a word.
Her lips parted, but no sound came.
And for the first time in years, Ishan's gaze lingered. Just a flicker, but enough. There was something about her—something that pierced through his armor of silence.
Abhimanyu noticed the exchange instantly. His jaw clenched, his protective instincts surging. He stepped in front of Roshni, blocking her view.
Ishan's smirk was faint, almost invisible, but it was there. A challenge.
Meanwhile, Alia's eyes wandered over the crowd until they found Abhimanyu. For a brief second, their eyes locked. His steady, guarded stare clashed with her quiet, unspoken sadness. A spark ignited—dangerous, forbidden, undeniable.
The air was thick with tension. Two families had just crossed paths.
And destiny had finally begun its game.
---
The crowd grew restless. Whispers spread like wildfire.
"Why is he here?"
"Did something happen?"
"Romano never shows up in public…"
Roshni felt her chest tighten, though she couldn't explain why. Her eyes flickered once more toward Ishan. He wasn't even looking at the crowd anymore—his gaze returned to her. Unwavering.
Abhimanyu stepped closer to her ear, whispering harshly, "Don't look at him, Roshni. He's dangerous."
"I-I wasn't—" she tried to argue, but her own trembling voice betrayed her.
On the other side, Alia placed a gentle hand on her brother's arm. "Bhai, people are staring. Maybe we shouldn't stay long—"
Ishan's lips curved into the faintest smirk. "Let them stare. Fear is the only respect that matters." His voice was deep, controlled, each word slicing through the noise like a blade.
The event organizers hurried to greet him, their hands shaking as they bowed. "M-Mr. Romano, we weren't expecting you tonight…"
"I wasn't planning to come," Ishan replied smoothly, his eyes never leaving Roshni, "but destiny… has a strange way of changing plans."
Roshni froze. Destiny? The word echoed in her mind like a whisper of something bigger, something she didn't yet understand.
Abhimanyu immediately stepped in front of her, his voice low but firm. "Stay away from my sister."
A dangerous silence followed. Guards shifted, their hands subtly brushing their weapons.
Alia's eyes widened in alarm. "Bhai—please, not here."
Ishan tilted his head slightly, studying Abhimanyu with cold curiosity. "You speak boldly. Most men in this city can't even meet my eyes."
"I'm not most men," Abhimanyu shot back.
The tension was electric, thick enough to choke the air.
Roshni's hand gripped her brother's sleeve. "Please… don't."
For a moment, Ishan's eyes softened—not at Abhimanyu, but at Roshni's trembling voice. Something flickered in his gaze, something even he didn't recognize.
He took a step back, his smirk returning. "We'll meet again." His words weren't a threat. They were a promise.
Then he turned sharply, walking away with Alia and his guards. The crowd exhaled in relief, as though the very air had been held hostage by his presence.
Roshni's heart raced. She pressed a hand against her chest, whispering, "Who… who was he really?"
Abhimanyu's jaw tightened. His eyes followed Alia as she disappeared into the car, and for a reason he couldn't explain, his chest ached.
Two siblings stood frozen, unaware that this night had just tied their lives to the Romanos forever.
---
The cars vanished into the night, but the echoes of Ishan's words still clung to Roshni like shadows.
Her friends whispered nervously.
"Did you see his eyes?"
"Like he could kill with just one glance…"
"I can't believe he looked at her."
Roshni lowered her gaze, her cheeks warming. She didn't want the attention, didn't want the whispers. But no matter how hard she tried, her mind replayed that single moment—those dark, unreadable eyes that seemed to strip her soul bare.
Why me?
Abhimanyu grabbed her wrist. "We're leaving."
"But bhai—"
"No arguments, Roshni." His tone was harsher than usual, but beneath it was fear. Not fear of Ishan hurting him—but of Ishan taking something precious away.
They walked through the crowd in silence, the atmosphere heavy. Yet, as they passed the parking lot, Roshni's gaze flickered once more—toward the corner where Ishan stood.
He hadn't left.
Leaning casually against his car, his guards at a distance, he looked like a predator watching prey. His lips curved into a slow smirk as his gaze met hers again.
Roshni's breath hitched.
Abhimanyu noticed instantly and pulled her closer. "Don't even look at him."
But Ishan didn't move, didn't speak—only watched, as if silently carving her presence into his memory.
Finally, he slid into his car. The engines roared, and within seconds, the convoy disappeared into the night, leaving behind a silence that screamed louder than words.
---
Back home, Roshni lay in her room, staring at the ceiling. The echoes of the evening refused to leave her mind.
Her mother, Anjali, peeked in softly. "Roshni, beta, you're quiet today. Did something happen at the event?"
Roshni forced a smile. "Nothing, Ma. Just tired."
Anjali walked in, brushing her daughter's hair back lovingly. "You know, sometimes destiny gives us storms, not to break us, but to show us how strong we really are."
Roshni frowned. Why did those words feel like a warning?
Downstairs, Abhimanyu sat alone, staring at his phone. His thoughts weren't on his sister's safety anymore—they were on Alia Romano. Her face, her eyes, her quiet sadness. Something about her had pierced him.
He clenched his fists. No. I can't. She's his sister. She's untouchable.
Yet deep down, he knew the line he swore never to cross had already blurred.
---
At the Romano mansion, Ishan poured himself a drink, the amber liquid glinting in the dim light. Alia entered quietly, watching her brother's tense form.
"Bhai," she whispered, "why did you go there tonight?"
Ishan's jaw tightened. He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he swirled the glass, his gaze distant. "Because destiny called me."
"Destiny?" Alia frowned.
His eyes darkened, his voice low. "Her name is Roshni."
Alia's lips parted in shock. But before she could speak, Ishan turned away, his words final.
"No one can take her away from me. Not her family. Not even fate itself."
The night swallowed his vow.
And thus, the game of destiny truly began.
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Ahh, got it Seema 🌸 Thank you for clearing that up — so Roshni doesn't fall in love yet. She's not confused or secretly drawn to Ishan — instead, she sees him as an arrogant, dangerous, embarrassing man who unsettles her.
So Episode 1 should show:
Ishan falling instantly for Roshni and vowing to chase her.
Roshni rejecting the thought of him, embarrassed and annoyed at his audacity.
Abhimanyu & Alia love at first sight → agreeing to secretly date.
Roshni tossed on her bed, unable to sleep. Not because of longing, but because of irritation.
What kind of man looks at a girl like that? she thought angrily, hugging her pillow. As if the whole world belongs to him. As if one stare can claim someone. Huh! Embarrassing… truly embarrassing.
She pulled the blanket over her face, determined to push his face out of her mind. "I don't care who he is. I'll never bow down to someone so arrogant."
Downstairs, Abhimanyu sat brooding on the sofa, his phone in his hand. A message blinked across the screen.
"Meet me."
He already knew who it was.
Moments later, he slipped quietly out of the house.
At the park, Alia Romano waited under the lamppost. Her heart leapt when he appeared.
"You came," she whispered.
Abhimanyu kept his distance, his voice guarded. "This is dangerous, Alia."
"So is breathing in your world. But I can't stop thinking about you." Her eyes glistened, hope and defiance mingling.
Against every instinct, Abhimanyu admitted, "Neither can I."
Her lips curved softly. "Then don't fight it. Let's date. Even if the world stands against us."
He hesitated only a moment before nodding. "Alright. But only in secret. Just us."
Their hands brushed, sealing a reckless promise.
---
Meanwhile, across the city, Ishan Romano stood on his balcony, glass in hand. But his drink remained untouched.
All he could see was her—Roshni. That fire in her eyes, that refusal to bow. Innocence wrapped in defiance. He smirked to himself.
"She hates me already," he murmured darkly. "But hate is only the first step. She'll see soon enough… no one escapes me."
His vow hung in the night like a storm waiting to break.
---
Roshni turned on her bed, staring at the ceiling. The night felt heavier than usual. Her mind replayed that moment at the event—the sharp silence, the way people stepped aside for him, the way his eyes had locked onto hers.
She pressed her palms over her face, groaning softly.
Who does he think he is? The world might fear him, but I won't. He looked at me like I'm some prize to be claimed. Arrogant. Overconfident. Absolutely intolerable.
Still, she couldn't deny the truth: she had never met anyone who carried such dangerous power in a single glance.
"No matter who he is," she whispered into the darkness, "he'll never control me."
---
Meanwhile, in the park, Abhimanyu and Alia lingered under the lamppost. The night air wrapped around them like a secret only they shared.
Alia stepped closer, her voice low but steady. "I know who you are. I know what your family stands for. But when I saw you… for the first time, I felt free. Do you understand?"
Abhimanyu looked down at her, his heart caught in her words. He had spent his life protecting, controlling, building walls around himself. Yet here was someone who tore them down with just a look.
"I shouldn't be here," he admitted, his voice rough. "But I can't walk away either."
Her hand brushed against his. "Then don't."
For the first time in years, Abhimanyu allowed himself a smile. "Fine. But if we're doing this… no one can ever know."
Alia nodded, her eyes bright with a mixture of fear and hope. "Just us."
And in that moment, the forbidden love story of Abhimanyu and Alia began.
---
At the Romano mansion, Ishan stood on his balcony, the city lights stretching endlessly before him. Yet his mind was far away—back to that girl who had dared to meet his gaze without flinching.
"Roshni…" he murmured, her name tasting new and dangerous on his tongue.
Most women lowered their eyes in front of him, too afraid to hold his stare. But she? She had looked at him with fire—anger, challenge, refusal. And that only drew him closer.
A slow smile curved on his lips, one that carried both danger and desire. "You can despise me all you want, little dove. It will only make the chase sweeter."
His vow sank into the silence of the night. For the first time in his ruthless life, the untouchable mafia king had found someone he didn't just want—he needed.
And no wall, no brother, no family could keep her from him.
---
That night, two promises were made.
One of love, whispered secretly under the stars.
And one of obsession, spoken like a command to the universe.
Both destined to collide.
Both destined to burn.
---
The city slept, but three hearts stayed restless.
In her room, Roshni sat by the window, hugging her knees. The stars above seemed brighter tonight, mocking her confusion. She wasn't afraid of him—not exactly—but the thought of him unsettled her deeply.
What kind of man silences a crowd without a word? What kind of arrogance makes him think he can just… look at me like that?
She shook her head, whispering, "He's nothing to me. Nothing at all." Yet her fists tightened, as though trying to hold onto her own defiance.
---
Across town, Abhimanyu dropped Alia home after their secret meeting. Before leaving, she touched his hand softly.
"Promise me, no matter what happens, you won't let go," she whispered.
Abhimanyu looked into her eyes—eyes that carried both danger and innocence. For the first time in his life, he broke his own rule. He leaned down and kissed her forehead gently.
"I promise."
She smiled, and he drove away, unaware that their promise was already a loaded gun waiting to fire.
---
And in the Romano mansion, Ishan stood before the giant window of his study. His guards stood outside, silent, afraid to disturb him.
On his desk lay a single photograph—Roshni's, pulled from a background file his men had traced within hours.
His fingers brushed against her image, his jaw tightening with resolve.
"She thinks she can ignore me," he muttered, voice low, dangerous. "But I don't lose, and I don't wait. Tomorrow… I start."
He poured himself a drink but didn't touch it. Instead, he stared out into the night, his lips curling into a smile that held both hunger and promise.
"Roshni Arora, you've already become mine. You just don't know it yet."
---
The night ended with two paths sealed—
One of secret love, fragile yet burning, between Abhimanyu and Alia.
And one of ruthless obsession, between Ishan and Roshni.
Paths that would soon collide.
And when they did, no one would escape unscarred.
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