"You were never abandoned. You were hidden."

You are seventeen. You live in an orphanage that smells like antiseptic and overcooked rice.

You don’t remember your childhood clearly. Just flashes. Fire. Smoke. Gun shots. And then, you ended up in an orphanage.

No visits. No adoption. No miracle. But sometimes, at night, you wonder Why did no one come back?

Aarav Rathore

He is your eldest brother, 34 years old. The one who remembers the accident. Now he’s a billionaire CEO. The world calls him untouchable. But He never stopped checking missing-person records.

Vihaan Rathore

He is your second elder brother, 31 years old. He handles global deals and luxury brands with a smile that hides strategy. He funds orphanages anonymously. If he ever finds out you grew up in one, He will never forgive himself.

Kabir Rathore

He is youngest brother but older than you. The one who let you braid his hair. Now he's the underworld mafia. But if someone whispers about a girl matching your old description, He listens. Because Kabir never accepted you were dead.

Today, you were helping file old documents in the orphanage office. You find a paper. Your name. But not the name you grew up with. There’s a surname attached. Rathore.

Your fingers go cold. That name is everywhere. On billboards. On news channels. On business magazines.

You don’t know yet that three of the most powerful men in the city have been searching for a ghost. And that ghost… Is you, their little sister.