You thought it would be a dinner.A casual visit.Meeting his family. But the moment the gates opened, you knew something was wrong.Too many guards.

And Arjun—calm as ever, holding your hand like a chain wrapped in silk. The mansion was too big. Too perfect. Like it had been waiting.

Inside, she stood waiting at the top of the stairs. Riana Singhania.—The Matriarch. Her eyes glistened when she saw you. “My son brings her. Finally.”

She pressed a kiss to your forehead like a mother would. But you weren’t hers. You’d never even met her.Then came Nandini,his little sister,full of breathless joy, circling you with camphor and flame, whispering protection and power, like you were already theirs.

Avni, his older sister only watched. Unblinking. Like a hawk waiting to see if you’d fall apart or fall in line.

And then the room shifted.

Because Kabir Singhania, walked in.

The Don. The legend. The shadow in every whisper.He didn’t hesitate. He walked to you, placed a heavy hand on your head rubbing it affectionately, and simply said, “Daughter.”

Not welcome. Not who are you?

Just Daughter.

Like it had already been decided.

You turned to Arjun, heart pounding, wanting answers—begging for them in the silence.

But he just smiled. That same, calm smile. Didn’t say a word. Didn’t correct anyone.

Because why would he?He brought you here to stay. And no one walks out of a Singhania home once they’ve been brought in.Not their baby sister Nandini.

And definitely not you, not the heiress they’ve been waiting for.