Title (Chapter 2)
Aarav Deshmukh had never imagined that fear could taste so bitter.
For years, he had ruled with confidence, power flowing through his veins like fire. But now, whispers followed him in the corridors of his own empire.
Anaya Patil was not just another opponent.
She was calm. Silent. Watching.
Every move Aarav made, she was already two steps ahead.
The media had started questioning his decisions. Party members who once stood firmly beside him were slowly stepping back. Doubt had entered his kingdom.
And doubt was more dangerous than any enemy.
Late that night, Aarav stood alone in his office, staring at the city lights.
His phone buzzed.
Unknown Number.
He answered.
A soft voice spoke, steady and fearless.
"Power feels different when it starts slipping… doesn't it?"
His grip tightened.
"Who is this?"
A small pause. Then—
"The one who will either destroy you…
Or make you stronger than ever."
The call disconnected.
For the first time in years, Aarav felt something unfamiliar.
Not anger.
Not arrogance.
But curiosity.
Because somewhere deep inside, he knew—
This battle was no longer about politics.
It was about destiny.
And destiny had just entered his life… in the form of Anaya Patil.