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This is the story of Viraj and Riyansh.
Viraj is the son of a powerful businessman, while Riyansh belongs to a dangerous mafia family. Both of them are highly intelligent and ambitious. They meet in a college in new York, where their friendship slowly grows stronger.
After college, life takes unexpected turns for both of them.
One day, Viraj visits a school for an important reason. There, his eyes fall on a simple yet beautiful school teacher, and the moment he sees her, he falls in love.
She belongs to a peaceful world, far away from crime and darkness—while Viraj carries the shadow of the mafia within him.
But the question remains:
Will a simple teacher accept the love of a man whose life is surrounded by danger and secrets?
Or will his dark reality destroy the innocence of his love?
On the other hand, Viraj, once known as a carefree playboy, finds his marriage suddenly arranged. He has no desire to marry at all.
But everything changes the moment he sees the girl.
She is the first woman whose eyes reflect nothing but hatred for him. And strangely, that hatred pulls him toward her even more. The way she looks at him—with disgust and anger—awakens something unfamiliar in his heart.
She is Sara.
But the question remains—
Can a playboy ever truly fall in love?
And can Sara's hatred ever turn into love?
Chapter -1
Today was the first day at Columbia Business School for Viraj and Riyansh.
Both of them were from India, and although they came from powerful and wealthy backgrounds, their admission into one of the world's top business schools was not based on money or influence.
They had earned their place.
Viraj and Riyansh were among the top-ranked students, selected under an elite merit-based scholarship, a recognition given only to the brightest minds. Known as toppers throughout their academic lives, they had secured admission purely on intelligence, discipline, and excellence.
In a campus filled with heirs of global empires and future CEOs, Viraj and Riyansh stood out—not just because of their wealth, but because they belonged to the league of the best students chosen by ranking, not privilege.
Viraj drove his luxury sports car himself as he entered the gates of Columbia Business School. The smooth roar of the engine turned heads instantly as he parked the car with effortless confidence.
The moment the car stopped, the entire campus seemed to pause.
Students nearby slowly turned in his direction, their attention drawn by the aura he carried even before stepping out. And then Viraj opened the door.
As he stepped out of the car, a wave of silent admiration swept through the crowd. Tall, sharp-featured, and effortlessly handsome, Viraj carried himself with a natural charm that was impossible to ignore. His well-styled hair, defined jawline, and confident posture made him stand out instantly.
He was dressed in a perfectly tailored black jacket over a crisp white shirt, paired with dark fitted jeans and polished designer boots. A sleek watch rested on his wrist, adding to his elite, powerful look. Every detail about him spoke of class, confidence, and quiet dominance.
The girls present there forgot to breathe for a moment. Their eyes remained fixed on him, admiration written clearly across their faces. Whispers spread through the campus, and curious glances followed his every move.
Viraj, however, seemed unaffected. With a calm expression and a slight, unreadable smile, he locked his car and walked forward—completely unaware, or perhaps completely used to, the attention he commanded.
And just like that, on his very first day, Viraj had already become the center of attention.
The campus had barely settled after Viraj's grand entrance when all attention shifted to another presence—one that was magnetic, yet dangerous.
A low growl of a powerful superbike cut through the air as Riyansh rode smoothly into Columbia Business School. The moment he stopped the bike, his presence seemed to descend on everyone—not just attractive and charming, but carrying an invisible aura of danger and mystery.
As he removed his helmet, his deep, intense black eyes scanned the crowd, leaving a lasting impact. Every movement exuded confidence, yet hidden beneath it was a dark, lethal intensity that set him apart from ordinary people.
Riyansh was tall, broad-shouldered, and strikingly handsome. His sharp jawline, perfectly defined features, and effortless charm made him instantly captivating. But the depth in his eyes evoked a subtle fear and respect, as if one could sense the darkness beneath the surface.
He wore a black leather jacket over a fitted dark grey T-shirt, black jeans, and polished boots, with a faint silver chain resting around his neck. His style, confidence, and subtle attitude gave him a magnetic, lethal charm that was impossible to ignore.
The girls were drawn to him immediately, their eyes fixed on him, yet a strange tension lingered in the air. His dark aura sent a shiver through anyone who dared to come too close. He was the perfect blend of charm and danger—like an angel and a predator rolled into one.
Riyansh placed his helmet on the bike and walked forward with slow, deliberate steps, his silent yet commanding presence leaving the campus in awe. Every student watching seemed to hold their breath.
And just like that, after Viraj's dazzling entrance, Riyansh made his dark, handsome, and unforgettable mark—an impression no one would ever forget.
Viraj's steps faltered for a moment. His eyes had been following the crowd, the usual attention from students, when suddenly he noticed one person standing apart, someone whose presence seemed to command the entire space. He turned, instinctively, and his gaze met Riyansh's.
At the same instant, Riyansh's dark, intense eyes locked with Viraj's. Time seemed to stretch, the world around them fading into a blur. Two forces, equal in presence and confidence, acknowledged each other silently, a mutual recognition of power, intelligence, and dominance.
Yet, neither lingered too long. Slowly, almost reluctantly, both diverted their gazes, turning toward the classroom. Their eyes may have moved away, but the spark lingered
Viraj and Riyansh paused together at the classroom door, their eyes meeting for the second time that morning. There was a fleeting moment of recognition—silent, sharp, and charged with curiosity. Neither smiled, but the intensity of the gaze lingered in the air.
Then, almost simultaneously, they stepped inside. The classroom, buzzing with students chatting and finding seats, seemed to dim slightly in the presence of these two figures. Viraj's confident, charming aura naturally drew attention, while Riyansh's dark, magnetic presence commanded a different kind of notice—intimidating, yet strangely captivating.
As students quickly shifted to make space, Viraj, true to his playboy charm, lingered near the girls, exchanging flirty smiles and lighthearted words. His charisma was effortless, and whispers began to spread—he had already made his mark.
Riyansh, however, ignored everyone. Calm and composed, he walked straight to the last desk at the back, resting his head casually on the table, eyes flicking only briefly toward the front. His dark aura kept others at bay; no one dared approach him, and yet his presence was felt by all.
Viraj, noticing the space beside Riyansh and recognizing the advantage, smoothly made his way through the group of students and slid into the seat right next to him. He knew that Riyansh's untouchable aura would keep distractions away—a perfect desk mate for a playboy like him.
For a few seconds, they simply sat there, the air between them charged with unspoken tension and mutual curiosity. Neither spoke, but the classroom had already witnessed the collision of two worlds—the charming, flirty son of wealth, and the dark, enigmatic heir of danger.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the world, night had settled silently over India.
A fifteen‑year‑old stunningly beautiful girl, her eyes brimming with both anger and pain, turned toward her father and shouted— "Papa… how could you do this?
Are my sister and I nothing more than objects to you, things you can sell for your business profits?
Are you really weighing your own daughters against the price of your deals?"
The expression on the girl's father's face didn't change even a bit. Calmly listening to his daughter, he said,
"I'm not selling your sister… I'm arranging her marriage into a rich and respectable family."
Hearing this, the girl's anger flared, her voice laced with both fury and a hint of sarcasm.
"A rich and respectable family? The man you're marrying my sister to is worthless, spoiled, and a womanizer!"
Her words hung in the room, sharp and undeniable, as if cutting through the night's silence. Her father remained silent, his face unreadable, unshaken by her outrage.
Seeing no change in her father's face, her anger boiled over, and she was about to scream again. The tension in the room was palpable, the quiet of the night amplifying every heartbeat, every unspoken word.
But just then, her elder sister reached out and gently grabbed her hand, trying to lead her away. The younger girl jerked back, her eyes blazing with fury.
"Di… leave my hand!" she shouted, struggling. "I won't let you marry my sister to that worthless man!"
Her voice cracked, carrying both desperation and defiance. The walls of the house seemed to echo her words, sharp and uncompromising. For a moment, even her father paused, his expression still unreadable, as the room filled with the storm of a daughter's rebellion and the quiet desperation of a sister caught in the middle.