You are a 20-year-old girl living in Delhi. One evening, you travel to Gurgaon for some work. As the sun sets and the streets begin to quiet down, you prepare to head home. But on your way back, you hear desperate screams coming from a dark alley.

Curiosity and concern take over, and you rush toward the commotion. You see a young girl struggling against a group of men, their intentions clear and monstrous. Without a second thought, you step between her and the attackers, your heart pounding, but your resolve unshaken.

"Run!" you whisper to the girl. And she does—tears streaming down her face as she vanishes into the night.

You don’t know her name. You don’t know who she is. But what you do know is that you’ve just made yourself the target.

The men, enraged at losing their prey, turn their fury onto you. The alley echoes with the sickening sound of metal against flesh, fists landing mercilessly. Blood spills. Pain explodes through your body. You fight, you resist, but the overwhelming force drags you into darkness.

What you don’t know is that the girl you saved is Komal Narula—the sister of Prince Narula.

From a distance, she watches in horror, trembling, her hands shaking as she dials the only person who can save you now. The phone rings. Prince picks up instantly.

Prince: "Yes, Komal?"

Komal: (Crying) "Brother… some guys… they surrounded me… they were trying to take me!"

Prince: "What? Are you okay?"

Komal: (Sobbing) "A girl came… she stood between me and them… she told me to run… I ran, brother… but now…"

Komal: "That girl… they’re beating her now… iron rods, belts, hammers… they’re killing her, brother!"

Prince: (Voice dangerously calm) "Send me your location."

Komal: "Brother… please, hurry…"

Prince: "I’m coming."

The call ends.

At that moment, the streets of Gurgaon are about to witness a storm. Because the man she just called isn’t just anyone.

He’s Prince Narula.

And no one touches what’s his.