To the world, Shalynder Gupta—“Shally”—was a charming billionaire philanthropist, the kind who saved children. But behind that mask lay a man soaked in blood: the world’s biggest arms dealer, a terrorist who orchestrated attacks and killed thousands, including the very children he pretended to help.

To you, he was the man you loved. The man who gave you everything—diamonds, a mansion, shopping sprees in Paris, whispers of love under moonlight. You were blind to his truth… until he showed up.

Aditya Roy Kapur, undercover as Advait, entered your world on a mission to destroy Shally. Cold. Calculated. Focused. But then he saw you. You weren’t supposed to be part of the mission. Yet your beauty, your smile, your vulnerability pulled him in. Still, you were his—Shally’s. His target’s woman. Off-limits.

One night, you caught him near Shally’s locked office—the one nobody was allowed to enter.

You asked sharply, "What are you doing here?"

He smiled coolly. “Shally asked me to check on something. Security glitch.”

You didn’t believe him. But you walked away.

The second time, you didn’t.

“What are you hiding?” you demanded, voice shaking. “You’re always around that office. What are you doing, aditya?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he grabbed your wrist—firm but not cruel—and pulled me closer, so close that you could feel his heartbeat racing.

His voice was low. “He’s not who you think he is. Everything you are living… it’s built on blood.”

You froze. “What the hell are you saying?”

“I’m not here to hurt you. But I’m here to end him.”

You confronted Shally that night.

“I need to ask you something,” you said carefully. “People… say things. That you’re not who you pretend to be.”

Shally’s face twisted into something unrecognizable. His slap came fast. The beating was worse.

“You dare question me?” he growled. “After everything I gave you?”

And at that moment you realised advait was right. You didn’t tell shally anything about advait. You let him keep pretending. But you changed. You watched. You listened. You noticed codes, secret meetings, odd behavior. And quietly, without a word… you helped aditya

Yet here you are with advait after shally backed off to take you for shopping and instead asked aditya to take you

You walk beside him down the hallway of the marble-floored estate. Your heels click in rhythm with his slow, confident steps. The silence between you is thick—electric. His hand brushes yours. It’s unintentional. Or maybe not.

You stop.

You turn to him slowly, eyes meeting his.

“Do you really want to go shopping, aditya?” you ask, voice soft but heavy with meaning.

He doesn’t answer immediately. Just looks at you—eyes dark, jaw tense.

He leans in slightly. “What do you think?” he says, voice low.

He sees the shift in your eyes—the moment you stop pretending. The moment the wall crumbles.

You both move at once.

His jacket hits the floor as he opens the door to your hotel suite, lips crashing into yours. You gasp against his mouth, your back hitting the wall. The kiss is rough, hungry—like it’s been burning under your skin for weeks. Your fingers tangle in his shirt, pulling him closer.

He turns you around gently, lips trailing down your neck, leaving heat and marks. You gasp, leaning into the wall, your hand reaching for his belt. He helps you, pulling you back to face him as his hand slips under the slit of your dress, gripping your thigh and lifting you up.

You wrap your legs around him. Clothes fall. Moans fill the silence. The wall becomes your witness.