đź–¤ FMC (Villain Reborn)
Anaya Arora
Soft name, sharp destiny
Elegant, composed, misunderstood
Called cold, heartless… but she feels too much
🌙 Second Male Lead (The One She Saves)
Reyansh Oberoi
Gentle, loyal, devastatingly kind
Always in the background, always present
The man who loved without being chosen
đź‘‘ To complete the circle (optional but recommended)
Male Lead (Arrogant CEO)
Arjun Singhania
Power, pride, entitlement
Never looked back once he won
Female Lead (Soft, Beloved)
Naina Verma
Kind, patient, tries her best
Not cruel—just chosen
đź–¤ How it feels in the story
Anaya Arora was born into the story as a villain.
Reyansh Oberoi was written to die for someone else's happiness.
This time, she tears the pages apart.
She doesn't fall for the male lead.
She doesn't compete with the heroine.
She stands beside the man who was abandoned—
and dares the world to call her evil for it.
CHAPTER 1 — THE VILLAIN OPENS HER EYES
Author's pov
Anaya Arora woke up choking on silk.
Not the rough cotton of her bed.
Not the quiet darkness of her room.
Silk sheets. Heavy curtains. The smell of expensive perfume and old money.
For a moment, she thought she had finally died—heart broken beyond repair, lungs still aching from nights spent crying for a man who never knew she existed.
Then the memories slammed into her.
A chandelier dripping with crystal.
A mirror framed in gold.
A name whispered with fear and disgust.
Anaya Arora.
The villain of Enchanted.
Her breath stuttered.
"No," she whispered, voice hoarse. "No, no—"
She staggered out of bed, bare feet hitting cold marble, and rushed toward the mirror.
The woman staring back was breathtaking.
Sharp jaw. Dark eyes. Lips always set in arrogance.
The woman who, in the novel, ruined lives for amusement.
The woman destined to be hated.
Her fingers trembled as they touched the glass.
"If this is a dream," she whispered, "don't wake me up."
Because the memories weren't just hers.
They belonged to this Anaya—the cruelty, the manipulation, the scenes she remembered reading with clenched fists.
And then—
Him.
Reyansh Oberoi.
The name hit her chest like a blade.
She slid down against the mirror, breath coming apart.
He hadn't appeared yet.
Not properly.
Only mentioned. Always mentioned.
Arjun Singhania's closest friend.
The silent one.
The man who always stays.
Anaya remembered the ending too well.
The wedding lights.
The applause.
The vows that were never meant for him.
And then—nothing.
Just a short line in the epilogue.
Reyansh Oberoi was found dead the next morning.
No mourning.
No tears.
Just… erased.
Her nails dug into her palms.
"They leave you," she whispered to the empty room, voice darkening. "They always leave you."
The story had already begun moving.
The wedding was days away.
And she?
She had woken up just in time.
Anaya rose slowly, spine straightening, eyes hardening.
"If the world needs a villain to save you," she murmured, "I'll become one."