Part 2
### 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! โจ
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### Chapter 2: Prologue
" You are not my daughter," her father said, spitting venom with every word. "I have only one daughterโRiya. 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."
Anvikaโs 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 sisterโs eyes.
"Abhimaan is only mine. He was mine, he is mine, and he will always be mine!
You took everything from me since childhood, Riyaโฆ but not this time. Heโs my husband, and I wonโt let you come near him."
Riyaโs face twisted with rage as she turned toward her father. But before she could speak, Ajay stepped toward Anvika, his face contorted in fury.
"Youโve learned to talk back, havenโt you? Let me remind you of your place!"
He raised his hand to strike herโ
But it never landed.
A strong grip caught him mid-air.
Anvika turned in shockโonly to see her husband beside her. Abhimaan stood there, radiating rage. His jaw was clenched tight, veins bulging on his forehead, and his eyesโonce calmโwere now burning with fury.
Tears welled up in Anvikaโs eyes. But his eyes held something else. Not fear. Not confusion. Just one thingโpure, possessive anger.
โShe may not be your daughter,โ he said in a voice like thunder, โbut she is my wife.
She is Anvika Abhimaan Singh Rajput.
The next time you try to raise your hand on her, I wonโt just break your handโฆ Iโll break you into so many pieces, itโll 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.
Iโve always belonged to Anvika. I still doโand I always will."
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