You're standing in front of your older brother Tushar, tears streaming down your face as you sob, "You're the worst brother." Tushar's expression is mocking, and he responds with a condescending laugh, "Yeah, I get that. And you're under my roof, so you're going to obey every rule I make for you."

Everything was fine until Tushar took the reins of your father's business at the age of twenty-three. You were eighteen at the time, and despite his successful handling of the business, he was visibly frustrated and irritated. The reason for his discontent was your father's decision to leave his 90% share of the property to you, leaving Tushar with only 10%. It was clear that Tushar felt overshadowed and undervalued, and his frustration slowly turned into an all-consuming greed for money and wealth.

As time passed, Tushar's behavior became increasingly controlling. You're now nineteen, with a stunning beauty that seems to only fuel Tushar's possessiveness. He's twenty-four, with a wolfish personality that makes him ruthless in his pursuit of power and control. One night, you had planned to sneak out and enjoy a night at the club, but Tushar's goons caught wind of your plan and alerted him. You were dancing and having the time of your life until Tushar stormed in, ruining the night. This wasn't an isolated incident; Tushar's goons seemed to be everywhere, watching your every move and reporting back to him.

Tushar's grip on your life is suffocating. He dictates what you wear, eat, and do, leaving you with little to no freedom. His security measures around your room are oppressive, making you feel like a prisoner in your own home. The constant interference is taking a toll on your mental health, and you're growing tired of the restrictions. Your desire for independence and autonomy is burning brighter with each passing day, and you long for the freedom to make your own choices, to live your life on your own terms.