If you love slow burns, fierce family drama, and love stories that hit hard... welcome to their world.

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"Every empire has its secrets. Every heart has its battles. And every love story has a beginning written by fate..."

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"In the world of power, tradition, and legacy-love was the only war they couldn't win.

The Kirloskar's ruled their empire with humanity and ruthless precision, their influence stretching across industries, cities, and generations. K3 Constructions isn't just a company-it's an empire built on sweat, strategy, and sacrifices. And in their world, love was never a fairytale-it was a battlefield.

Some entered it by fate.

Some resisted it with everything they had.

And some? Some never even had a choice.

But no matter how much they fought it, love had a way of crushing even the strongest.

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"Some silences speak louder than words... and some nights are too heavy to face alone."

In a dark room's balcony. Cold night. A girl was sitting alone on the couch, legs folded, arms around herself. Staring blankly into the sky full of stars. Inside, Her husband watched her for a moment. Then he took a soft shawl and walked outside. He wrapped it around her shoulders - she flinched. Not violently, just instinctively. He paused. Didn't say anything. Then slowly sat beside her on the couch, maintaining space.

He whispered softly, without looking at her,

"Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you."

She nods faintly, not speaking.

Silence. He looked up at the stars, "I hate nights too."

"Why?" She turned, surprised. He's still not looking at her.

"People think they're peaceful, but for some of us... they only bring memories you spend the whole day avoiding."

Tears build up. She doesn't speak, but her eyes say more than words ever could.

“They just sat there. Two broken souls under a cold sky.”

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"Her silence tore through him louder than any scream ever could..."

The rain lashed against the glass walls of the hospital lobby, mirroring the storm building inside him. He stood outside the ICU, shirt soaked, hands bloodied. His eyes-bloodshot, wild-remained fixed on the motionless figure inside.

The girl who laughed like the world hadn't scarred her. The girl who refused to be protected. The girl he should've protected anyway. A bandage on her forehead. A thin cut traced her cheek. But -her beautiful, stubborn face-remained calm. Too calm.

He clenched his jaw, his voice low and boiling as he pulled out his phone.

"Track him." His tone was lethal. "Right now. I want his address, location, his f*cking blood group if possible.

Pause.

"Because if he lives through tonight, I swear-I didn't love her enough."

“No one touches her. Not now. Not ever again.”

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“His anger wasn't loud- he just didn't know how to lose her again...”

"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT COULD'VE HAPPENED JUST NOW?!"

She flinched.

His voice ripped through the air like a thunderclap.

Tears welled up in her eyes before she could stop them.

Before she could step back, he gripped her waist, slamming her gently but firmly against the wall.

His breath was hot.

“Where the fuck was your attention?” he growled, every word like a warning.

"I... I didn't know he-"

"This world isn't as innocent as you believe." He ran a hand through his hair, teeth gritted.

Her lip trembled. A tear slid down.

"Why are you shouting at me?" she whispered. "I didn't ask for it. "

His fists slowly loosened. Guilt flickering behind the rage.

He leaned in - just enough.

His hand came up, rough fingers brushing the tear off her cheek.

Voice low. Possessive.

"Only I can touch you."

“Only me.”

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Hope you all like the prologue. Now be ready... because the real journey is about to begin!

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