Velvet Chains of Fate
Vanav Singh Thakur is the embodiment of cold power — a Rajput prince with ruthless silence etched into every bone, a mafia king whose darkness shadows his empire, and a CEO whose flawless mask hides the chaos within. His marriage to Sunaina was never about love — a calculated alliance forged in the cold fire of politics. She is delicate, graceful, the perfect wife in every public measure... but to Vanav, she is a ghost, a whisper lost in his fortress of ice.
Sunaina’s heart aches in the silence, each day breaking a little more as she reaches out for a touch that never comes, for a warmth that Vanav’s stoic exterior refuses to give.
Sunaina ,voice trembling, alone in the vast, empty bedroom “I speak into the void, and the void only returns my silence. How much of myself must I lose before I disappear entirely?”
Then Aratrika storms into this frozen world — her presence like a wildfire that refuses to be tamed. Her step-sister, fierce and untethered, a Bengali tempest sent from Kolkata to Jaipur. She challenges everything Vanav stands for, fearless and wild, her every glance daring him to lower his guard.
Aratrika ,leaning in, voice a seductive challenge “You wear your silence like armor, but I see the hunger beneath it. Power? No — it’s just a cage of loneliness.”
Vanav’s stare cuts sharp, but her defiance only fuels a dangerous fascination — a spark that ignites a blaze neither expected.
Vanav's voice low, a threat and a confession “Curiosity can kill. But you’re already dancing on the edge, Aratrika. Don’t fall.”
She doesn’t fall. She dives deeper — finding him in shadowed corridors, blood staining his skin and pain carved into his soul. She doesn’t flinch, tracing the scars that speak of battles fought in silence. In her touch, he finds something forbidden: surrender without weakness, desire without shame.
Their encounters become a storm of stolen touches, heated breath, and the electric promise of crossing lines that must never be crossed. The air thickens with tension, every glance charged, every near-touch a battle between control and craving.
ZUntil the night they shatter the fragile barrier*.
Vanav's voice husky, pinned her and trembling “Say the word — and I’ll stop.”
Aratrika smiled against his lips “And if I don’t?”
Vanav's voice barely a whisper “Then I’m lost.”
The passion that erupts is savage and tender, cruel and merciless — a collision of fire and ice where boundaries blur and hearts break.
Meanwhile, Sunaina watches, unraveling in the shadows of a marriage built on lies. She sees the raw heat in Vanav’s eyes reserved only for Aratrika, a fierce hunger that was never meant for her to witness.
Sunaina's voice breaking, to the one who stole her husband’s soul “You stepped through the door of my life like a storm, and now I wonder — was he ever truly mine at all?”
Betrayal coils in every whispered secret, lust tangles with loyalty, and Vanav is torn between the duty he swore to uphold and the forbidden love that consumes him. In a world where trust is currency and desire is a weapon, Vanav’s empire and his heart hang in a perilous balance