Myra: “You’re seriously rejecting the Rathores?”

Aadhira threw her file on the table angrily.

Aadhira: “I’m not marrying a political prince.”

Myra: “He’s not just a prince. Aryaman Singh Rathore is literally the Mafia King of Rajasthan.”

Aadhira rolled her eyes.

Aadhira: “People exaggerate rich men too much.”

Myra opened her laptop immediately.

Myra: “Then explain this.”

Aadhira looked at the screen.

News articles.

Business headlines.

Crime rumors.

Political connections.

And in the middle of everything—

A photograph of Aryaman Singh Rathore.

Black suit.

Sharp jawline.

Cold eyes.

Dangerous aura.

Aadhira frowned slightly.

Aadhira: “He looks arrogant.”

Myra: “He looks like he kills people for fun.”

Aadhira ignored the strange feeling in her chest and closed the laptop.

Aadhira: “I don’t care who he is. This marriage won’t happen.”

Myra sighed.

Myra: “Your father already announced the alliance publicly.”

Aadhira froze.

Aadhira: “What?”

Myra turned the phone toward her.

Breaking News: Kapoor Industries and Rathore Empire announce royal marriage alliance.

Aadhira stared at the screen in disbelief.

Aadhira: “Unbelievable.”

Meanwhile…

Rathore Palace.

Rudra walked into Aryaman’s office carefully.

Rudra: “I found everything about Aadhira Kapoor.”

Aryaman sat on the couch quietly drinking whiskey.

Aryaman: “Speak.”

Rudra placed a file on the table.

Rudra: “Twenty-six years old. Criminal lawyer. Gold medalist. Fearless attitude. Zero dating history.”

Aryaman smirked faintly.

Aryaman: “Interesting.”

Rudra: “She also reopened the trafficking case.”

The smile disappeared instantly.

Aryaman: “What case?”

Rudra: “The same case connected to your father’s enemies.”

Aryaman’s eyes darkened slightly.

Aryaman: “And?”

Rudra: “She’s getting too close to dangerous information.”

Aryaman stayed silent for a moment.

Then he opened Aadhira’s photograph again.

Aryaman: “She doesn’t look scared.”

Rudra laughed softly.

Rudra: “That’s because she isn’t.”

Aryaman stared at the picture carefully.

Aryaman: “Fearless people either become powerful…”

He paused.

Aryaman: “…or destroyed.”

Later that night…

Aadhira walked into her father’s office angrily.

Aadhira: “Cancel this marriage.”

Dev Kapoor didn’t even look up from his files.

Dev Kapoor: “Impossible.”

Aadhira: “You care more about business than your daughter.”

Dev Kapoor: “You don’t understand politics.”

Aadhira: “And I don’t want to.”

Dev Kapoor finally looked at her.

Dev Kapoor: “The Rathores are not ordinary people.”

Aadhira crossed her arms.

Aadhira: “Good. Because I’m not ordinary either.”

Dev Kapoor sighed tiredly.

Dev Kapoor: “This alliance will protect our family.”

Aadhira narrowed her eyes.

Aadhira: “Protect us from who?”

Dev Kapoor stayed silent.

That silence answered everything.

Aadhira slowly realized something was wrong.

Very wrong.

At the same time…

Aryaman stood on the balcony of Rathore Palace while Jaipur glittered below him.

Rudra walked beside him.

Rudra: “You really agreed to the marriage?”

Aryaman: “No.”

Rudra frowned.

Rudra: “Then?”

Aryaman looked down at Aadhira’s photograph in his hand again.

Aryaman: “I got curious.”

Rudra smirked knowingly.

Rudra: “Careful. Curiosity becomes obsession very quickly.”

Aryaman’s lips curved faintly.

Aryaman: “Maybe I want obsession.”

The next morning…

Aadhira entered her office only to stop suddenly.

A huge bouquet of black roses sat on her desk.

Attached to it was a small note.

“Looking forward to meeting you, Mrs. Rathore.”

Aadhira’s jaw tightened instantly.

Myra entered behind her and gasped dramatically.

Myra: “BLACK ROSES?!”

Aadhira crumpled the note angrily.

Aadhira: “He’s insane.”

Myra grinned.

Myra: “No. He’s obsessed already.”

Aadhira glared at the flowers.

But somewhere deep inside…

For the first time—

She wanted to meet Aryaman Singh Rathore face to face.