The Tanvar Dharshana and Rathor families remain entrenched in a bitter, centuries-old rivalry that has shaped not only their personal lives but the very fabric of their influence in Udaipur and Jaisalmer.
What began as a clash between two royal bloodlines has evolved into a power struggle that extends far beyond tradition—into corporate business wars, media manipulation, and political scheming.
The Tanvar Dharshana family, once at the peak of their power, is now facing a slow, devastating decline.
Their royal stature, once revered by all, is slowly crumbling as new rivals rise and their empire’s financial troubles become harder to hide.
Amidst this turbulent time, Siya Tanvar Dharshana, a 19-year-old young woman with a soft heart and a sharp mind, steps into a world that she’s been sheltered from for so long.
Though her spirit is kind and innocent, the weight of her family’s legacy and the impending dangers loom over her like an unavoidable storm.
Siya is constantly under the protective eyes of her two elder brothers:
Aryan Tanvar Dharshana, a strict, responsible man who has always shielded her from harm, and
Aarav Tanvar Dharshana, her loyal and loving brother who is fiercely protective of her, often going to extreme lengths to ensure her safety.
"Dekho, Siya, yahan kisi se zyada baat mat karna,"
Aryan, the eldest, warned in a low voice.
(Look, Siya, don’t talk too much to anyone here.)
Aarav added, "Especially Ruhaan Singh Rathor se door rehna."
(Stay away from Ruhaan Singh Rathor.)
At the mention of the name, a shiver ran down Siya’s spine.
She had never met him in person, but his name alone carried weight.
He was feared, respected, and utterly ruthless—a man who destroyed his enemies without hesitation.
Their family's decline has caused both brothers to take desperate measures to keep their power intact.
One such high-profile royal gathering is held to discuss the future of the Tanvar Dharshana empire.
As if summoned by the very mention of his name, Ruhaan entered the ballroom.
Ruhaan Ikhtiyar Malik commanded attention without uttering a single word.
His presence was suffocating, exuding an air of dominance and superiority.
Aleena's eyes locked onto him for the first time.
He was nothing like she had imagined. Sharp, piercing eyes, a chiseled jawline, and a stature that radiated power.
But beneath the regal appearance, his aura was cold, ruthless, untouchable.
It is at this gathering that Siya first comes face to face with Ruhaan Singh Rathore, the 30 Year-old ruthless and arrogant billionaire prince, determined to annihilate the Tanvar Dharshana family.
His presence demands fear, and when his eyes lock with Siya’s, it’s as though a silent, invisible war ignites between them.
She is everything he despises—innocent, untainted, and fragile.
He is everything she has been warned to avoid—arrogant, powerful, and dangerous.
A silent tension hangs between them that is noticed by no one but the two of them.
(◍•ᴗ•◍)✧*。
Later in the evening, Aryan and Ruhaan have a heated confrontation. The air crackles with hostility as their rivalry reaches a boiling point.
Ruhaan smirks, his voice dripping with disdain as he addresses Aryan:
“Tumhari saltanat sirf itni hi baaki hai? Ek girti hui legacy aur ek naazuk si behen?”
(Your kingdom is reduced to this? A declining legacy and a fragile sister?)
Aryan, his jaw tightening, steps forward, but his voice remains calm, though laced with irritation:
Aryan (coldly): "Tumhe humari behen ki chinta karne ki zaroorat nahi, Rathor. Apni siyasat pe dhyan do."
(You don’t need to worry about our sister, Malik. Focus on your own politics.)
Ruhaan chuckled, unaffected by the hostility. His gaze flickered back to Siya, who immediately lowered her eyes.
A silent warning. A silent challenge.
“People like you always dream of our downfall. Ruhaan, hum kabhi girne wale nahi hain.”, added Aryan.
Ruhaan’s eyes narrow, his voice cold as ice:
“ Let’s see, Aryan. As long as I am here, you’ll only see your downfall. Tumhare samne jo khaade hain, unhe samajhna aur unki takat ka hisaab rakhna zaroori hai. Main tumhara sab kuch cheen sakta hu.”
Aryan clenches his fists, but his calm expression betrays his inner fury. He knows that Ruhaan is too powerful to challenge openly.
Still, his eyes burn with an intensity that promises consequences.
Aarav, who has been standing quietly by his sister’s side, can no longer hold back.
His protective instincts override his brother's request to stay calm.
Stepping forward, he challenges Ruhaan directly, his tone sharp and unyielding.
Aarav :“Ruhaan, agar tum samajhte ho ki hum khade nahi ho sakte, to tum galat ho.We have the same power, which you’ll understand one day. Before us, you’re just a petty king.”
Ruhaan’s eyes flash with anger at Aarav’s words, but he keeps his composure.
He leans in, speaking through gritted teeth:
“Nothing can save you from my grasp. No matter how much power you try to gather, Aarav, I will grind you both into dust. The biggest mistake you made was not understanding your own strength.”
The room falls silent, the intensity of their exchange thick enough to cut through the air.
The confrontation has been so sharp, so cutting, that it sends shivers down everyone present.
Meanwhile, Siya, watching from the corner of the room, feels a pang of fear and helplessness.
She has always known the depth of the hatred between their families, but seeing it manifest in such a direct confrontation makes her question what kind of future awaits them all.
As the guests continue their celebrations, Ruhaan stands by the grand window of the palace, watching Siya from a distance.
His gaze sharpens, not with admiration, but with calculation. There’s something in his eyes—a promise of destruction and a thirst for control.
Siya might represent innocence, but she is also a weapon in this war. He’s determined to make her part of his game. The game has just begun.
Ruhaan (murmuring to himself, his voice cold and determined):
"Khel ab shuru hota hai..."
(The game begins now…)
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Ruhaan and Siya – The First Encounter
The grand hall of the palace was filled with the hum of elite conversations, the clink of glasses, and the rustle of silk.
Siya Tanvar Dharshana stood by a pillar, her hands lightly gripping the fabric of her dress.
The elegant gown she wore felt too heavy, not because of its weight, but because of the expectations that hung in the air.
She wasn’t like the other women at the event—bold, confident, and powerful. She was different—timid, soft-hearted, and far too vulnerable for the ruthless world she was forced into.
Her brothers were busy entertaining their guests, but her thoughts were elsewhere.
Her eyes gazed out of the window, lost in the night’s silence.
A slight chill ran through the air, but it was nothing compared to the cold wave that washed over her when she felt his presence.
Ruhaan Singh Rathore.
She turned, her heart sinking as she saw him across the room, standing like an imposing figure of authority.
He was the kind of man who commanded attention without trying, his posture erect, his eyes scanning the crowd with deliberate coldness. And then, as if by fate, their gazes met.
Ruhaan didn't walk toward her immediately; instead, he studied her from a distance, a slow, calculating smile forming on his lips.
He finally took a step forward, breaking the tension.
Siya tried to look away, but his presence was magnetic, his approach inevitable.
"Siya Tanvar Dharshana, I believe?"
His voice was smooth, like velvet, but beneath it lay an unmistakable edge. He stood a mere two feet away, towering over her.
Her heart beat louder in her chest as she nodded politely, the words feeling like they were stuck in her throat.
"Yes, and you are… Ruhaan Singh Rathore, I presume?"
He chuckled softly, almost mockingly, as his gaze shifted to the floor for a moment, then back to her.
"The one and only."
Siya stiffened, her breath catching in her throat. The weight of his presence suffocated her.
She had heard stories, rumors about him—how he was ruthless, cunning, and arrogant. Now, standing face to face with him, she understood why people feared him.
A slight tremor in her voice, she spoke softly,
"I… I don't believe we've met before."
Ruhaan took a small step forward, closing the space between them, a smirk dancing at the corners of his lips.
"Maybe not, but the world’s a small place, Siya. Our paths were always destined to cross."
Siya swallowed hard, forcing herself to stay composed.
"I… I suppose so."
Ruhaan observed her, a knowing glint in his eyes. He wasn’t like the men she had met in the past.
He was powerful, dangerous even, and something in his demeanor made her skin crawl.
But she wasn’t one to show fear openly.
His voice dropped lower, teasing.
“You seem a bit… reserved, Princess. Don’t tell me, you’re already intimidated by me?”
Siya felt her face flush with embarrassment.
"N-n-nahi,"
she stammered, taking a small step back, her gaze dropping to the floor.
"I just... I don't understand why you’re here."
Ruhaan’s lips curled into a smirk, and he leaned in slightly, his tone almost playful.
"Yeh samajhnaa bohot zaroori hai, Siya."
(Understanding this is very important, Siya.)
His words were sharp, yet dangerously calm.
“Because your family and mine… we’re about to become much closer. You don’t know it yet, but your future might depend on how you handle this.”
Siya’s heart raced. His words were cryptic, his gaze intense.
“Ji m kuch.....samjhi nhai,”
she whispered, her voice barely audible. (I don’t understand this.)
Ruhaan chuckled darkly, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
“You will, soon enough.”
There was a pause, a long stretch of silence between them.
Siya’s mind was racing, her nerves on edge.
Ruhaan Singh Rathore wasn’t just any man. He was a force of nature—a man who took what he wanted, and right now, she was at the center of it all.
His gaze softened, but only slightly, before he added in a lower tone,
"Someone with an innocent face like yours doesn’t belong here."
He was testing her, watching for any sign of weakness, any hesitation.
Her chest tightened. She was anything but innocent.
The world she had been born into was dark, filled with secrets, power struggles, and betrayals.
She was naive, yes, but not unaware.
“I can handle it,”
she whispered, lifting her chin and looking up at him, though she still felt the flutter of unease in her stomach.
Ruhaan smirked, his eyes flashing with a mixture of amusement and something darker.
“We’ll see, Princess. We’ll see.”
Ruhaan plays with her innocence, trying to provoke her while testing her resolve.
Meanwhile, Siya, though timid, stands her ground, subtly defying him without revealing her fear.
The tension between them grows, setting the stage for what’s to come as their lives become increasingly entangled.
_____
As the evening progressed, whispers spread like wildfire.
The dharsana were struggling financially, their power slowly crumbling.
Meanwhile, the Rathors were growing unstoppable.
Behind closed doors, Ruhaan met with his trusted right-hand man.
Ruhaan: "The Dharsana's are desperate. It won’t be long before they fall to their knees."
His right-hand man, Kartik Ahlawat, a loyal strategist, nodded.
"But dharsana brothers are no fool. They’ll fight till the end."
Ruhaan’s smirk deepened.
"Then we make sure they have no other choice."
______
Elsewhere in the palace, Siya's father and brothers sat in a private chamber, discussing a mysterious threat.
A hidden betrayal from their past had resurfaced—a secret that, if revealed, could destroy their family completely.
"Agar yeh baat bahar aayi toh humara sab kuch khatam ho jayega," Aryan said gravely.
(If this truth comes out, we will lose everything.)
Their father exhaled sharply. "There’s only one way out."
Aarav's eyes darkened. "Nahi. Yeh mumkin nahi hai!"
(No. This is impossible!)
Aryan, in anger threw the vase on the ground with force.
_____
As the night ended, Ruhaan found himself alone on the palace terrace. He looked down at the crowd below. He had waited years for this moment—the moment he would finally bring the Dharsana's to their knees.
Just then, he saw Siya stepping outside, away from the crowd. She looked delicate, almost fragile under the moonlight.
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