Veeresh Rathore was a man who lived between power and peril. As the Owner and CEO of Rathore Industries, he ruled the boardroom with a single glance, his sharp eyes enough to silence seasoned businessmen. His empire touched every sector—steel, real estate, finance—and his influence reached corridors of politics where few dared to step without his blessing.

Yet whispers followed him beyond the glare of corporate lights. In the underworld, his name carried the same weight as in the stock market. Deals were struck in shadows under his watch, and no one could ever tell where his corporate strategies ended and his darker alliances began. To some, he was a magnate; to others, a phantom king.

Ruthless, calculated, and unyielding—Veeresh Rathore was feared by many. But to his two-year-old daughter, Anaya, he was none of those things. For her, he bent down from his throne of steel and power, becoming just a father. Her laughter broke through walls no enemy could, and her tiny hands could soften the grip of the man who never loosened control.

To the world, Veeresh was dominance.

To Anaya, he was love.

Poornima Shekhawat was the kind of woman who carried grace in her silence. A bank employee by profession, she was currently on leave, six months into her pregnancy. Life had slowed down around her, but her mind was never still—she found comfort in words, in the quiet company of books stacked by her bedside. Few knew that behind her shy smile and gentle nature, she was also a secret writer on Wattpad, pouring her heart into stories the world hadn’t yet discovered.

She wasn’t a woman of extravagance or demands. Simplicity was her beauty, kindness her strength. She loved little joys—a steaming cup of tea, the rustle of pages, the feel of rain against her hands.

Her husband, Pavan Shekhawat, had been her anchor, a successful businessman with an unshakable bond to Veeresh Rathore, his childhood best friend. Poornima admired their friendship—the kind built on trust, loyalty, and shared history. Pavan often teased her for being too lost in her books, while Veeresh’s daughter Anaya adored her, clinging to her with innocent affection that melted Poornima’s heart.

To the world, Poornima was ordinary. But to those around her, she was warmth, softness, and the promise of love that lingered even in silence.