The evening aarti had just begun.

The soft chants of “Om Namah Shivaya” filled the Raichand mansion as diyas flickered under the golden lights.

Arohi stood near the mandir, eyes closed, hands folded—trying to calm the storm inside her.

And then—

She collided with someone.

The puja thaal tilted.

A streak of red rose into the air.

Time slowed.

Before she could even react—

Sindoor fell… directly into her maang.

A collective gasp echoed in the hall.

Arohi’s eyes flew open.

Aryan Raichand stood inches away from her.

His fingers were still stained red.

Silence.

Heavy. Unavoidable. Fateful.

For a moment, it didn’t feel like an accident.

It felt like destiny had just made a decision.

The calm you’re seeing right now…
won’t last for long.

The next chapters will change everything between them.
One moment. One decision. One storm.

Before I unlock the main track,
tell me — are you ready for the real story to begin?