THE MAIN LEADS
VANSH RAI SINGHANIA
Vansh Rai Singhania — the name alone sends shivers down the spine of his enemies. At just thirty-two, he stands as a towering figure, not only in stature but in power. Tall, broad-shouldered, with piercing eyes that seem to read every hidden secret, and a face carved with cruel perfection — he is, without question, one of the most handsome men alive. But his beauty is dangerous, like a rose with hidden thorns.
He was born into the prestigious Rai Singhania family — a dynasty built on legacy, tradition, and silent power that runs deeper than bloodlines. As the eldest son, Vansh was never given a choice; leadership was his destiny, and with it came both the family empire and the shadows that hid behind its doors.
By day, he is the ruthless head of a global business empire. By night, the invisible king of the underworld — a man who rules both boardrooms and back alleys with equal authority. In his world, power is absolute, and mercy is a weakness he cannot afford.
To his enemies, Vansh is cold, calculating, and utterly ruthless. His name is spoken in hushed tones, his decisions are law, and his wrath is legendary. Arrogant, sharp-tongued, and unyielding, he carries the air of a man who commands fate itself.
But behind the cold exterior lies a man fiercely loyal to his family. Every decision he makes — every battle fought — is to protect the ones who live within the fortress of his heart. His love is silent but unshakable; his support is unseen but unfailing.
Emotion, however, is his greatest battle. Love betrayed him once, long ago — leaving wounds that never truly healed. Since then, he has locked his heart behind iron walls, convinced that women seek only his wealth and name. Trust comes slowly to him, and affection even slower. And yet, deep within him, there is a hunger — a yearning for someone who would see the man behind the throne. Someone who belongs only to him.
Vansh is a man who does not believe in gods, but he believes in destiny. And when the time comes, he will claim what is his — without hesitation, without apology.
" If you cross me, pray you don't live long enough to regret it. "
JANVIKA
They called her an angel with a surgeon’s hands, but few ever saw the storm that lived beneath her calm smile.
At just twenty-four, Janvika had already achieved what most could only dream of. A brilliant surgeon, mastering both neurosurgery and cardiology — a feat reserved for the rarest minds. Her steady hands had saved countless lives, but it was her poise, grace, and unshakable strength that made her unforgettable.
Standing 5'6" with features as delicately carved as ancient sculpture, she carried herself with the grace of royalty. Her beauty was undeniable — stunning yet untouched by arrogance. Large expressive eyes, sharp cheekbones, and lips that often held back words she chose not to speak. But beyond her breathtaking appearance was a mind as sharp as any scalpel she wielded. Brilliant, calculating, mysterious — she was a paradox the world couldn’t solve.
Like the sacred river she was named after, Janvika flowed through life with quiet power — soft on the surface, unbreakable beneath. The world saw her as an orphan, alone in the world. That was the truth she allowed them to believe. But her past? It was far more complicated — a history she buried beneath perfect smiles and medical excellence. Few knew the cost of her success. Fewer still knew what she had survived.
In matters of love, Janvika was fiercely guarded. Beauty meant nothing to her; wealth even less. If there was no loyalty, no devotion — there was no place for love. To her, marriage wasn’t a contract, it was a sacred bond. She believed only in the union of ShivShakti — a love rooted in complete surrender, loyalty, balance, and divine strength. Without that, she would rather remain alone.
Though rooted deeply in her traditions and beliefs, Janvika walked comfortably through the modern world. She was both sanskari and independent, elegant yet self-reliant — a perfect blend of old soul and modern fire.
Behind her softness was quiet steel. People often mistook her grace for weakness — until they tried to cross her. She could endure storms with patience, but once pushed too far, she could drown anyone like the sacred Ganga itself.
" Power frightens weak hearts.
Mine isn't one of them. "
And when her path crossed with Vansh Rai Singhania — the king who trusted no one — destiny whispered its dangerous plans. Two forces: his cold, ruthless control — and her silent, unbending strength. One ruled through power. The other through faith.
And together?
They would either destroy each other.
Or create a love that would bring even fate to its knees.
" Love? It's a luxury l can't afford.
Trust? That's earned drop by drop. "
-VR
" Loyalty isn't a gift - it's a choice.
And l only choose once. "
-J
TROPES : -
CEO × Doctor
Mafia × Spy
Grumpy × sunshine
Age gap
Mafia romance
Her brother's best friend
He fell first and harder
Obsessed MMC
Possessive FMC
Force marriage
Enemies to lover
Revenge × Love
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