In this world of misery and darkness, where silence lies in everyone's life, looking for the person who breaks it, where you can't measure anyone's suffering from their faces as everyone has a different way of expressing it, there you can't even take their eyes as a reference of truth, as suffering can make a person eligible to uphold everything from tears to depression, and a smile is its best way. But some people, instead of keeping all things to themselves, they let others bear the weight of their doing. Have you ever imagined a world filled with this kind of people? Probably not! But I've felt the full burden of blame on me, from the loss in business to the breaking of a glass. All I have is detention without any appeals of trials or bail. A life worsened than death, where a day in my life can't be passed without a scare caused by a whip or knife.
Cindery, whose life is filled with all the worst experiences, from being the so-called heiress of her late parents' property to her position in the family in the lust for power and money. Although she had been a puppet in their hands, her gaze was full of a plea to escape from what's impossible. All her movements were observed; all she could do was to obey without any questions for the sake of her parents' inheritance, which made the last parts of her soul refuse to let it be consumed by darkness, even if each averted gaze of hers whispered a fresh layer of accusation and burden added to her—all she could do was to carry the misfortunes of the entire community.
Contrary to her expectations, there was a way out when, on the day of her cousin's wedding banquet, she bumped into Asher—a rich heir of Jove's and founder of chambers of commerce—whose royal behaviour made her not kneel down to her destiny. On their encounter, she noticed his uncle asking for excusing Cindery from her ignorant move and punishing her, whereas Asher turned towards her and asked, 'Are you really going to ask my forgiveness and do as he said?' She nodded no.
It was the first time when she defied with all self-awareness of the consequences. Although she had been through a lot, her last ray of hope was her plan, which came into existence when she saw him. After the nod of no in public, her uncle went to her and held her arm from behind secretly, but fortunately, Asher's eye caught the suspicion and asked her uncle to hand her to him. Cindery's uncle, Andras Cher ,with an eye on Asher's wealth, agreed.
He escorted her into the luxurious lounge with a subtle smile on his lips. "How much longer do you intend to tolerate all this?" he asked. Her gaze, fixed at the floor, didn't let her utter a word. He continued in a calm tone, "Rest assured, I'm not here to inflict any further hardship; my intention is to help, if you're willing." Her gaze flickered up to meet his, and she replied, "In this world, there's not a person who helps others selflessly. What's your motive?" He looked at her and replied, "You." A hesitant "Me?" escaped her lips. He replied, "If you doubt my intentions, then 'you' is the best answer I can give." She exclaimed, "I've already figured out my path. As for your offer of assistance, I will consider it, but you must never question me and think twice before you leap once."
In the middle of their conversation, when things were settling between them, a bullet suddenly shot from a building opposite the banquet hall, shattering Asher's luxurious lounge window and coming straight towards his back. Cindery, standing behind him, noticed. Before he could realize what was happening from Cindery's widened eyes, she pushed him and made herself the victim of that attack. As soon as Asher saw her arm bleeding, he carried her and started shouting loudly for help, on which Cindery halted him.
On Asher's call, security arranged outside of the lounge entered, seeing an assassination attempt. Asher signalled them with his eyes for investigation. Meanwhile, he put Cindery down on the living room sofa, exclaiming, "Let's go to the hospital; you need it dressed." She replied, "No, just give me a first aid box." His face turned pale, but he gave her one. She asked him to lead her way to a room where she went close to the mirror and asked him to pass her equipment. In no time, she dressed her wound.
In the private room, Cindery grabbed a knife while Asher was busy on a call. Holding it in a stabbing manner, she moved towards Asher, making him notice her actions. He immediately disconnected the call. When she was close enough for her scent to almost "drug" him, he said gently, "A knife? Are you trying to covet me?" She immediately rose on her toes with a smirk. "I'm coveting you? Dream on!" and turned to leave. He grabbed her hand and pulled her closer. "Of course, you were just holding a knife in a murderer's way. What can I expect?" He changed their position, pinning her to the wall, their eyes locked. She reminded him, "Now who's trying to covet another, Mr. Jove?" , "Mr. Jove? Very formal, Ms. Cher," he replied, removing his hands from her.
Suddenly, Asher's phone rang, and he answered it. He stepped closer to Cindery, freezing her every possible move. "Your car is ready," Kevin, his assistant, reported, "and about the assassination attempt , it's Cindery's cousin, Jave Cher. All the evidence has been found." Asher replied, "Okay, you know what to do, right?" and disconnected the call. In that moment, he carried Cindery down to the hotel lounge in his arms, with full security protocols, towards his cars.