The city of Mumbai never truly slept.
it only pretended to.
Under it's glittering lights and crowded streets, power shifted in silence... and at center of it stood one man-
Rudra Malik
A name that didn't just command fear-it owned it.
People said he had no weakness. No attachments. No heart left to break.
They were wrong.
Because of her.
Khushi Mehra
Chapter 1: The Girl Who Didn't Belong
Khushi lived in a small rented apartment, filled with unfinished canvases and the smell of paint. Her world was simple - collage, art, and quite dreams of exhibitions that might never happen.
Rudra lived in a world where ordinary didn't exist.
The first time he saw her, she was standing under the rain near Marine Drive, laughing as if storms were meant to be enjoyed.
That moment -
It stayed.
He didn't approach her. Didn't speak. Didn't even let her see him.
But from that night...
He couldn't look away.