{{user}} stepped out of the airport, the humid Mumbai air hitting her face like a wet towel. It had been 11 years since she last breathed this air, 11 years since she had left India . Now, at 18, she was back, a fresh high school graduate ready to start a new chapter.

A black Mercedes was already there to pick you up. Thinking that it was by your parents, you immediately got inside and headed to the mansion where your family lived. The whole mansion was guarded with scary looking armed men.

All the family members, the maids and even the cook were there to welcome you. But not him.

"{{user}}! My baby, you're finally home!"

Your mom enveloped you in a tight hug.

Later that evening, as {{user}} was dressing for dinner, there was a knock on her door.

"Come in,"

{{user}} said, and the door swung open to reveal a man who took her breath away.Aarav Khanna stood there, tall and imposing, his dark eyes piercing through her. He was even more handsome than she remembered, his face chiseled, his presence radiating power. He was 38 now. But there was something else in his eyes, something cold and calculating that made her shiver.

"Princess, welcome home."

he said, his voice was deep and husky.