𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀
Age: 22
"She wasn't born broken. She was simply loved a little less... until she stopped asking for love altogether."
They say every family has a princess.
The Singhanias had one too.
They just forgot she existed.
Born into India's most prestigious royal business family, Ishika Singhania grew up surrounded by luxury, power, and people...
Yet she had never truly experienced what a family felt like.
The day she was born, her mother took her last breath.
Since then, everyone looked at her as the child who survived while someone else didn't.
Not with hatred.
Not with cruelty.
But with something far more painful—
Indifference.
Years passed.
Birthdays were forgotten.
Achievements remained unnoticed.
Her chair at the dining table was always occupied, yet her absence was never felt.
Eventually...
She stopped trying.
Today, she is a woman of few words.
Silent.
Composed.
Unreadable.
She rarely speaks unless spoken to, never argues, never complains, and never expects anyone to understand her. The walls around her heart were built one disappointment at a time, until nothing could reach her anymore.
But beneath that quiet exterior exists a woman extraordinary enough to astonish the world.
The world's finest neurosurgeon.
A businesswoman powerful enough to stand beside the greatest empires.
An anonymous artist whose paintings sell for fortunes under the name Black Rose.
A hidden force feared throughout the European underworld.
None of it is known to the people who share her surname.
Because no one ever cared enough to know her.
She possesses an exceptionally high IQ, a photographic memory, and a mind capable of solving problems long before others even recognize them.
Yet her greatest battle isn't fought in operating rooms or boardrooms.
It is fought every single night.
Severe insomnia steals her sleep.
An eating disorder slowly steals her health.
Countless medications keep her body functioning while her heart quietly learns to survive without affection.
Nature blessed her with beauty she never wanted.
Porcelain skin.
Waist-length midnight-black hair.
Delicate features that seem almost unreal.
And mesmerizing heterochromatic eyes—
One sapphire blue.
One emerald green.
Eyes beautiful enough to stop people in their tracks.
Eyes she hides behind ordinary brown lenses because being unnoticed has always felt safer than being admired.
She doesn't believe in fairy tales.
She doesn't believe in love.
Because no one ever taught her what either looked like.
𝐀𝐁𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐔 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄
Age: 29
"Kings aren't raised to follow their hearts. They're raised to bury them."
There are powerful men.
There are influential men.
And then...
There is Abhimanyu Singh Rathore.
The King of Rajasthan.
The man who transformed the Rathore Empire into one of the world's greatest business dynasties before the age of thirty.
The businessman newspapers call The Business King.
The ruler feared by rivals.
Respected by governments.
Admired by millions.
Behind the throne lies another world entirely.
A world built on shadows.
A world where one name alone is enough to end wars before they begin.
Unknown to everyone around him, Abhimanyu secretly commands India's most powerful mafia empire.
A king above ground.
A king beneath it.
Cold.
Disciplined.
Calculating.
He doesn't believe emotions belong in leadership.
He never raises his voice because he never needs to.
One look from him is enough to silence an entire room.
Responsibility became his companion long before adulthood arrived.
He sacrificed friendships.
Dreams.
Even happiness.
Because a king has duties.
Not desires.
Standing over six feet tall with a commanding presence, sharp features carved with perfection, piercing grey eyes, and an aura impossible to ignore, Abhimanyu is the definition of authority.
He is respected.
He is feared.
But very few truly know him.
To the world...
He is emotionless.
To his family...
He is their strongest shield.
And to fate...
He is about to become the husband of a girl he never expected to meet.
A forgotten princess.
A silent storm.
The one person capable of awakening emotions he buried years ago.
Neither of them wanted the marriage.
Neither of them believed in love.
Yet destiny had already begun writing a story they could never escape.
"Sometimes the person chosen by fate is never the one chosen by the world."
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