𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄.

### Chapter 1: Character Asthetic

" The moment I laid my eyes on you, I knew you were mine." Name : Abhimaan Singh Rajput Age : 31 Occupation: CEO of Rajput Enterprises and mafia king Height : 6'1 Father Name : Pratap Singh Rajput(60) Mother Name : Mamta Singh Rajput(56) Sister : Ishika Singh Rajput(20) Uncle : Rajesh Singh Rajput(57) Aunty : Archana Singh Rajput(54) Cousin 1 : Dhurv Singh Rajput(29) Cousin 2 : Kabir Singh Rajput (21) Friends : Vidhyut Singhania(31) and Aarav Malhotra(31) "You came into my life at a time when I had stopped expecting kindness from anyone." Name : Anvika Sharma Age : 2 4 Occupation : CFA(Chartered Financial Analyst) in a Bank of New York Height : 5'6 Grandfather : Mukesh Sharma(75) Father : Ajay Sharma(59) Mother : Kavita Sharma(52) Elder brother : Kunal Sharma(30) Elder sister : Riya Sharma(25) Bestfriend : Meera Arora(24) Author Note : Hey dear readers Just getting started - this is only the beginning! ✨ Character aesthetics dropping first 💫 Stick around to watch the story unfold... More scenes, drama & depth coming soon! 💖 Follow & stay tuned 🌸

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### Chapter 2: Prologue

" You are not my daughter," her father said, spitting venom with every word. "I have only one daughter—Riya. You are nothing but a black mark on this family. You were never truly one of us. It was only your luck that you married Abhimaan. Otherwise, it would have been Riya in your place." Riya stepped forward with a cold smirk, her voice dripping with arrogance. "Dad, tell Anvika to divorce Abhimaan. He belongs to me, not her." Anvika’s blood boiled. Her fists clenched as she marched up to Riya, her eyes glowing with dangerous fire. She stopped just inches away and stared straight into her sister’s eyes. "Abhimaan is only mine. He was mine, he is mine, and he will always be mine! You took everything from me since childhood, Riya… but not this time. He’s my husband, and I won’t let you come near him." Riya’s face twisted with rage as she turned toward her father. But before she could speak, Ajay stepped toward Anvika, his face contorted in fury. "You’ve learned to talk back, haven’t you? Let me remind you of your place!" He raised his hand to strike her— But it never landed. A strong grip caught him mid-air. Anvika turned in shock—only to see her husband beside her. Abhimaan stood there, radiating rage. His jaw was clenched tight, veins bulging on his forehead, and his eyes—once calm—were now burning with fury. Tears welled up in Anvika’s eyes. But his eyes held something else. Not fear. Not confusion. Just one thing—pure, possessive anger. “She may not be your daughter,” he said in a voice like thunder, “but she is my wife. She is Anvika Abhimaan Singh Rajput. The next time you try to raise your hand on her, I won’t just break your hand… I’ll break you into so many pieces, it’ll take months just to count them." He turned to face Riya, voice cold and final. "I was never interested in you. Not then. Not now. I’ve always belonged to Anvika. I still do—and I always will."

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