Third Person's POV

When it rains, look for rainbows... and when it's dark, look for stars.

But in Arjun Rajvansh's world, there were no rainbows, only thunder. No stars, only shadows.

Yet, she—that girl—appeared like a fleeting spark in his dark world. And without realizing it, she'd stirred something in him. Something unfamiliar. Something unwelcome.

He stood rooted to the spot where she'd left him, her presence still echoing in the air around him.

Left him...

Even thinking those words twisted something inside him. He didn't like how they sounded. Restlessness pulsed beneath his skin, clawing at the surface.

"Sir..." Ron's voice broke through the haze as he approached cautiously, ever aware of the storm that brewed behind his boss's silence.

"Sir... shall we leave? You have a meeting to attend..."

Arjun blinked once, as if anchoring himself back to reality. "Ahh... hmm... Yes. Let's go." His expression turned unreadable again as he slid into the car, locking away whatever vulnerability had crept in.

At RAJVANSH GROUPS, Arjun walked in with his usual air of lethal grace. His aura was magnetic and unforgiving. His stride, absolute. Every employee in the lobby greeted him with hushed reverence.

He didn't spare a glance.

He didn't need to.

He was power incarnate, and his silence was its own language.

As he reached his floor, Sarah stood promptly and moved to his side.

"Sir, Mr. Parker, Mr. William, and Mr. Mehra are in Conference Room 2 with their teams. They've been waiting for 10 minutes. Shall I announce your arrival?"

Arjun gave her a cold, razor-sharp smirk. "Are they? Well then, Miss Sarah... what are we waiting for? Let's go."

He entered the conference room like a monarch claiming his throne. Every man stood on cue. The atmosphere shifted—charged by the sheer force of his presence.

"Mr. Rajvansh..." they all greeted, almost in unison.

"Gentlemen," he replied in a tone that carried enough weight to silence a room.

Sarah took her place beside him. "Good afternoon. Sir is here now. Let's begin the meeting."

At his nod, the presentations began.

He sat back in his chair—his chair—watching with quiet calculation. His expression was unreadable, but the air around him pulsed with intensity.

Two hours passed.

And then came the verdict.

Mr. Parker handed the project to Mehra Constructions.

The rationale? Experience. Safety.

Apparently, RAJVANSH GROUPS—a name that commanded empires—was "new" to construction.

His team tried to negotiate. It was futile.

Arjun didn't speak.

He didn't flinch.

He simply watched.

The silence was deafening.

When the others began to file out, Mr. Mehra, ever the vulture, hovered near him, oozing false warmth.

"Ah... Arjun, my boy. It's okay. This was your first time in this field. With time, you'll understand who really rules here. Hmm?" he chuckled smugly.

Arjun rose slowly.

And the room's temperature seemed to drop.

He leaned in, his voice a razor-sharp whisper:
"Old man... it's your illusion that you won this. I let you win."

Confusion flickered across Mehra's face. But Arjun didn't stop.

"You see... I already knew something was off. The way you were eyeing Parker's team—transparent. This is my den you walked into, not yours. And when you take something from the devil... you pay with interest. Double interest."

His voice dropped to a threatening calm.
"That's a promise from a man who never breaks his word. Remember that."

He walked out like a storm on silent feet.

Sarah trailed behind, the click of her heels sharp against the marble.

She knew her boss.

She'd seen him angry before.

But this... this was personal. Mehra had awakened a beast who didn't know mercy.

God help him.

Inside his cabin, Arjun's fury exploded.

"I want every single detail about this fucker Mehra within 48 hours. I don't care how you do it—just get me everything. I want his blood type if possible. Keep him under surveillance. No movement goes unnoticed."

Sarah nodded, already dialing.

Arjun closed his eyes to ground himself—but instead of darkness, he saw her.

Laughing. Smiling.

His eyes flew open.

Not now. Fuck. Not her again...

HEARTBEAT HOSPITAL

Anaya was unusually late.

Thankfully, the day was light, and the patients minimal. As she finished up her final appointment, a message lit up her screen:

Don't be late today. We have guests.
—Mom

Guests? Probably someone from her mother's NGO again, she thought.

Veer appeared at her door, grinning.
"Hey, monkey. Let's go. Mom said we've got guests waiting."

"Any idea who?" she asked, standing up.

Veer shrugged. "No clue. Let's find out."

They left together, and Veer asked his driver to bring Anaya's car later.

At Gill Mansion, the familiar laughter of Balraj and Radha Mehra filled the drawing room. The two families had always shared a bond deeper than friendship.

Balraj, who always longed for a daughter, adored Anaya more than words could say. They often joked that she was more theirs than their own son, Abhimanyu.

She rushed forward. "Balli uncle! Radha maa!"

Radha engulfed her in a warm hug, and Balraj gave her one of his famous bear hugs.
"Hey, little cub. How are you?"

"Good! How about you both?"

Soon, Veer joined them, and the evening rolled into cheerful chatter.

Later that night, Anaya lay in bed, a book open in front of her—but unread.

That man... Arjun...

His eyes had stayed with her. That emptiness. That silent storm.

Before she could dwell more, her phone rang.

Abhi.

"I miss you, Dora..." he said.

"Me too," she replied softly, a smile tugging at her lips.

Just like that, she was pulled back into familiar comfort.

RAJVANSH RESIDENCY

The penthouse was quiet when Arjun returned. Cold. Like him.

He was headed to his room when—

"Arjun..."

He closed his eyes in frustration.

Just what I fucking need.

"Arjun, have you eaten?" Vedika's soft voice echoed down the stairs.

"None of your concern... Mrs. Rajvansh," he bit out.

"Well, as family, it is my concern... Devar sa..." she mocked sweetly.

He was losing patience.

Was there a Piss Off Arjun Day on the calendar he didn't know about?

"Well, get lost then... so-called Bhabhi sa," he snapped.

Vedika smirked. "Oh? Only your so-called girlfriend is allowed to care about you now?"

He was about to storm off when—
"Aaahh! Oh God... my baby..."

She clutched her belly in pain.

He froze.

She was seated on the stairs, wincing.

Panic surged through him.

"Ved! Ved, what's happening? Where's Aashi?! Wait—I'll call—"

"She's at the hotel. Krish's in Poland. Sid's out too... I'm alone..." she whimpered.

Fuck!

"They left you alone? What the hell!" He swept her into his arms, lowering her onto the couch carefully.

"Water? Cushion? Tell me what you need!" he barked, completely unhinged.

"My best friend back..." she whispered.

He blinked. "Huh?"

"I just... I just wanted you to talk to me. You care for us—you care for this baby. I just needed to see that again..."

His hand was resting on her belly. He tried to pull back, but she caught it.

The baby kicked.

His eyes widened in horror. "This... thing is moving?! Fuck!"

"Language! And it's your nephew. Feel him. He knows you're special to us..."

Arjun was speechless.

Her voice softened. "You know, even Krish can't get him to move like this. But with you? He's happy. Because you matter. To us. To me."

It was something Arjun didn't let himself hear often—you matter.

He didn't say a word. But he didn't move his hand either.

"I saw you today... with Anaya," Vedika added gently.

He looked up sharply. So?

"I don't know what it was," she continued, "but... for the first time, you looked... at peace. Human. Like the Arjun I used to know."

He narrowed his eyes. "I meet a lot of girls. Don't make it a thing."

"I'm not. I just saw something real."

Arjun said nothing, but as he placed his hand again on her belly and kissed her forehead, something shifted.

He walked away without a word.

Vedika sat still, overwhelmed.

That... that was the real Arjun. The broken boy behind the devil. If Anaya could bring that version back, she would make sure it happened.

Later That Night

Arjun stood at the window of his bedroom, still and brooding. The city lights blinked back at him, but he was lost in his own mind.

He couldn't stop the shift happening inside him.

She was disrupting his perfect order.

He wouldn't allow it.

His phone buzzed.

Details about Mr. Balraj Mehra and his family have been forwarded to your email, sir. Further reports will be on your desk by morning.
—Sarah

Balraj Mehra.

Arjun's lips curled into a slow, dangerous smirk.

"Let's play... old man."

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Hey guys,

Day by day I am getting more and more support and encouragement so, thank you so much to all of you.

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There are people who with one wish or word make our day.

You guys are those people so thank you.

Now please tell me what do you guys think,

What is written in their destiny?

Abhi will get Anaya's love.

Or

Is there something else in their destiny?

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