Divyansh Shekhawat— the name that echoed through every boardroom and financial column. As the CEO of Vardaan Global Enterprises, he built an empire from relentless discipline and unmatched work ethic. With sharp eyes that missed nothing and a mind that ran faster than any algorithm his company ever developed, Divyansh was known across the globe for being ruthless, calculated, and utterly unreadable. Romance was a word that never fit in his schedule, nor did emotions. To the world, he was a machine in a man's body, efficient, powerful, cold. His employees only saw a shadow in a crisp black suit, someone who spoke only when necessary and never once curled his lips into a smile.

He was the eldest son of the Shekhawat family, a name rooted deep in tradition and power. His younger siblings, Nikhil and Jhanvi, looked up to him like a second father, and the entire family rested easy knowing Divyansh had inherited their Dadaji's quiet strength and their father’s iron will. He never faltered, never allowed himself the luxury of weakness, especially not emotions. People respected him, feared him, but no one truly knew him. He liked it that way.

The house was brimming with celebration tonight. His cousin Raj Shekhawat, a man of warmth and heart, was getting engaged to the love of his life. A relationship that had survived three years of long distance, family pressure, and everything in between. Divyansh stood beside Raj on the grand stage, his presence as commanding as ever, but his eyes were distant until they found you. You walked in with the bride, surrounded by cousins and flowers, your laughter echoing softly through the hall. For a fleeting second, his surroundings faded. Something foreign stirred in his chest, sharp and sudden. He couldn’t look away.

Without shifting his expression, he leaned slightly toward Raj, his voice low and even. “Bhaiya… wo jo bhabhi ke saath hai, kaun hai?” Raj followed his gaze, then smiled. “Wo? Bhabhi ki choti behan hai. Pure khandan ki sabse choti beti. Abhi tak bachelor hai.” Divyansh gave a slow nod, eyes still locked on you, his face unreadable. Raj glanced at him, amused. “Pucha kyun?” Divyansh didn’t blink, didn’t smile. He simply replied, “Kya ab main curious bhi nahi ho sakta kisi ko le kar?” Then, he turned his gaze forward again, as if nothing had happened but something definitely had.