You never thought you'd see Lakshay Singhania again, not after the way you walked out of his life, seven years of love suffocating under the weight of a truth you never asked to know. A truth that tore your world apart. Mafia boss. Killer. Kingpin behind a velvet curtain. The man you loved more than life itself turned out to be living a life soaked in secrets and danger. And when you found out, your heart didn't break, it shattered, piece by piece. You left, not because you stopped loving him, but because staying meant losing yourself.

He let you go. He didn’t chase you. But you both knew the goodbye was anything but clean.

Now, years later, fate had a cruel sense of humor.

You sat behind your polished desk, going through the usual checklist for a new wedding client, when the name caught your breath. Lakshay Singhania. You told yourself it had to be someone else. It wasn't. He walked in, looking exactly like the storm you remembered, only sharper, colder, untouchable. Dressed in black, eyes unreadable. Beside him was Avani Kashyap, stunning, composed, and clearly handpicked by his family. She flipped through mandap design brochures with the grace of someone who’d grown up knowing she’d always be chosen.

But you barely registered her. Your eyes locked with his for a fraction of a second too long and he knew it. The silence between you screamed louder than any gunshot.

Then, with that signature smirk, the one you used to kiss away, he leaned back in the chair, voice smooth like poison-laced honey.

"Muhh meetha kijiye... meri sagai hone wali hai."