Jaipur Rajasthan.

The golden hue of the early morning sun stretched across the vast expanse of the Pink City, casting a soft glow over its timeless beauty. The streets were still laced with a light veil of smog, giving the city an ethereal charm. Amidst the usual bustle of life slowly awakening, Ragini Pratap Singh stood at the grand entrance of Jaipur College. The slight chill of dawn brushed against her skin, making her shiver as she adjusted the soft pink Jaipuri dupatta over her shoulders.

Her eyes, deep blue like the vast ocean, sparkled with curiosity as they landed on a small creature scurrying across the deserted road. A tiny stray puppy, barely a few weeks old, wobbled on his unsteady feet, his fur speckled with dust, his tail wagging weakly in the crisp morning air.

A warm smile bloomed on Ragini’s lips.

But in the very next moment, her smile vanished.

A black BMW came roaring down the road at an alarming speed, cutting through the stillness of the morning like a storm. The vehicle was sleek, polished, exuding power—yet the monstrous velocity at which it was moving made Ragini’s heart jolt in terror.

Her breath hitched.

The puppy!

Before she could process any rational thought, her body moved instinctively. She flung her bag to the side and sprinted towards the helpless animal. The morning wind whooshed past her ears as her feet pounded against the pavement. Every heartbeat thudded like a drum inside her chest, loud and frantic.

In a split second, she scooped the trembling puppy into her arms, shielding it against her heart. But just as she turned, a blinding flash of headlights engulfed her vision.

Screech!

The tires jerked against the roads friction, a sudden attempt to stop the car.

Ragini squeezed her eyes shut, her lips slightly parted. The air around her thickened. Her fingers clutched the puppy tighter, her pulse hammering wildly. Everything left was silence

The car had stopped. Just a few inches from her fragile form.

A thick tension settled in the air, heavy and suffocating. The world stood still for a moment as if time itself had frozen.

The driver exhaled shakily, his knuckles white from gripping the steering wheel. But before he could react, the back door of the car swung open with a measured grace.

And then out stepped Randheer Singh Thakur..

Randheer Singh Thakur
A name that carried the weight of power, authority, and an unshakable fear. The man himself was the epitome of dominance.

Dressed in a three-piece black suit, his broad shoulders and towering frame exuded an aura that itself gained every respect and submission.

His deep, black eyes,cold as always yet calculating,settled on the girl before him with an intensity that could make even the bravest tremble.

His face was carved with sharp perfection, his jawline, a well-groomed beard that added to his raw masculinity.

He moved closer to her each step measured, controlled, dangerous.

His hands were tucked in his pockets as he approached the trembling girl, his gaze unwavering.

She hadn’t opened her eyes yet.
Her body was still stiff with fear, her lips quivering slightly.

Randheer’s head tilted slightly to the side. A rare flicker of curiosity crossed his dark eyes.

"Are you okay?" His voice was deep, smooth,yet carried a weight that made it impossible to ignore.

At his question, Ragini hesitantly nodded her head but, without opening her eyes, she whispered,

"Am I dead?"

Her voice, soft and innocent, was like a melody that struck an unfamiliar chord within him.

Randheer's breath hitched for a fraction of a second.

The tiny jingle of her jhumkas reached his ears,a delicate sound that, for reasons unknown, made his heart stutter.

This was... new. Unfamiliar. Yet something that attracted poised man like him.

His gaze lingered on her delicate face, the way the morning sun kissed her soft features - the tiny round bindi on her forehead, the curve of her rosy lips, the way her bangles chimed as her fingers tightened around the puppy.

His throat went dry. He fisted tight at his sides.
What was this feeling? Why was it existing..

Shaking off his momentary lapse, he straightened his posture. The steel returned to his voice.

"Excuse me, Miss. Stand up."

The commanding tone broke the moment. Ragini shivered at first and then finally opened her eyes. And in that instant-everything changed.

Her ocean-blue eyes clashed with his midnight-black gaze.

The rest world blurred.

Randheer felt as if someone had snatched the air out of his lungs.

Her eyes...

A bottomless sea of emotions, innocence, and an undeniable pull that sent an unfamiliar rush through his veins.

Ragini, too, stood frozen.

His gaze was hypnotic-deep, unreadable, and dangerously magnetic. She had never felt such an intense force before.

The wind played with her strands, making them dance against her cheeks, and Randheer clenched his jaw.

How dare the wind touch what he couldn't?

A single strand caressed her lips, and he found himself momentarily entranced, envious even.

They both were lost,drowning in an ocean of unknown emotions. when suddenly, a loud horn blown from a passing vehicle.

The utopia shattered. Both turned away abruptly, their breaths unsteady.

Randheer cleared his throat, adjusting the cuff of his coat to regain his composure.

"Pardon, I..." He started, but Ragini, still flustered, turned to face him and blurted,

"You hurt the puppy!"

Randheer blinked, momentarily caught off guard.
She wasn’t stammering in fear. She wasn’t trembling before his imposing presence.

Instead, she was... scolding him?

He arched a brow, amused.

"Let me see him," he said, stepping forward and reaching for the puppy.

As their hands brushed, a jolt passed through them—an unspoken electricity that neither acknowledged but both undeniably felt.

Randheer glanced down at the puppy in his arms. It whimpered slightly, but otherwise, it seemed fine.

His driver, meanwhile, had turned pale. Lowering his head, he stammered, "S-sorry, Sahab, I didn’t see—"

Before he could finish, Ragini interrupted, her voice stern,

"You should be careful! Speed should be within limits, and eyes should always be on the road. You almost committed a sin! Taking an innocent life is the greatest crime."

Randheer stiffened.

A sin?

For the first time, he felt an odd discomfort.

Taking lives was his hobby, his way of asserting dominance. And yet, hearing it from her lips-soft yet firm, naive yet commanding-made him question himself for a fleeting second.

But next, Randheer's sharp gaze flickered toward the driver, his jaw tightening with irritation.

"Drive carefully," he warned, his voice a low, controlled growl. "No innocent creature should be harmed because of our selfish intentions. Got my point?"

The driver swallowed hard and gave a hurried nod.

Even in his harsh demeanor, Ragini found something oddly impressive—his concern for the helpless puppy. A small smile unknowingly crept onto her lips.

Randheer turned to her and addressed, his tone more composed this time.
"Miss, you need not worry. I'll get him treated."

Ragini nodded, relieved.

"There! There's a veterinary clinic," she pointed immediately towards a side a shop.

Randheer glanced at the puppy, then made a firm decision. "I'll take him."

"I'll come too!" she chirped, following him eagerly.

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At the Veterinary Clinic

"Aahh!"

Ragini's screamed echoed making every head turn her side.

She sat with the puppy in her lap, stroking him gently. But the moment the doctor picked up an injection, she had gasped in horror.

Randheer stiffened. The doctor paused, glancing at her, then at Randheer, before raising an amused brow.

"Excuse me, sir, I think your girlfriend is—"

"She is NOT my girlfriend!" Randheer cut him off immediately.

"Yes, I'm not!" Ragini quickly added, immediately.

The doctor chuckled lightly but let it go. "The puppy is fine now. You can take him." He spoke.

Ragini's took a relieved breath, but she shook her head. "He’s not mine."

Randheer, who had been watching silently, was now visibly annoyed.

"You risked your life for a stray dog? Are you a Mad!" he asked, his brows knitting together.

Ragini stood up, brushing the wrinkles from her dress, and met his gaze with pure innocence. She opened her three fingers.

"Don't scold me..." She closed first finger, "I'm not Mad!" Second finger closed and with the last finger, her protest gone, her voice soften as she spoke, "And Does it even matter whether he’s my pet or a stray? He’s still a living creature… and innocent."

Randheer had no response. Her protest. Her words. She. Held the cuteness he just can't stand against.

Ragini sat back, resumed stroking the puppy, whispering softly to him, her voice laced with sadness.

"I want to take you with me, but… Bhai won’t like it. He’ll send you back to the streets. Bhabhi won’t allow it either… she’ll say you’re dirty and might harm me. But I know you won’t… Hey, Mata Rani, please make some way…"

Her words were barely above a whisper. But Randheer heard everything. How could he not?

For the first time in his life, he paid attention—to the way someone’s lips moved, to the emotions woven into their voice. To a woman. To her.

An unfamiliar feeling stirred inside him, but he quickly pushed it aside. Turning his head slightly away and sighing as if the heat in his body already peaked.

The doctor, sensing the moment of tension, spoke up.

"No worries, Miss. You can keep him here. He’ll be shifted to a care center."

Ragini’s face instantly brightened. "Really? But are they safe..." She questioned.

"Yes.." the doctor announced.

But Ragini narrowed her eyes, "How do I trust you..By the way..Did you vaccinate him..Do it now.. I'll pay every expense for this cutey..Haina mera baccha.." she stroked the feared puppy with love.

Sitting in the same room, back straight and dark eyes set only on this girl, chirruping like sunshine. The cold icey night,him..just watched her. So closely like he never did before. Never watched anyone, because didn't meet her till the day.

How she cared for the puppy she had seen minutes ago. Protected him. Went possessive. How this girl will keep her love of life..

His eyes narrowed at her, watching her caring for puppy. A feeling of jealousy surged into him,the way she touched the puppy,caressed it, pouted talking to him. Everything about her features. Her expression was something else he couldn't name.
Only watch.

After the doctor was done. Ragini looked at him and spoke softly,

"Thank you so much!" And without a hesitation she passed him her card.

Randheer watched her every move. Her suit,a royal piece. Her bag funky yet multiple books fitted inside,like a studious kid.

The bangles in her wrist, the earrings, the lipstick on her dangerously intoxicating lips. Everything. So precisely matched. Carried by her effortlessly.

Even his eyes didn't left the mere details like Mata Rani locket in her neck, a diamond bracelet on her wrist. He damn noticed everything.

He could have lost watching her like this but then his phone made a slight sound. A notification popped up pulling him from the intoxication of this girl he first saw minutes ago. Yet the one who dared to still his heart.

He watched his phone screen for a moment before pulling it into his pocket, he stood up with a sigh and questioned.
"Which care center you gonna leave him?"

"Near the City Palace," the doctor replied.

Randheer nodded. "Fine..I am going that way..I’ll drop him there myself."

Ragini's eyes lit up, thinking it was out of care for the puppy, Ragini beamed. "You like pets too?"

Randheer's gaze shifted to her, he thought for a moment, hesitated before answering, "Yeah…yes, I do."

Liar!

"That’s great! I love them too!You know even I.." she started excitedly, but he cut her off coldly.

"Can I take the puppy?"
Ragini stopped mid words.

"Of course!" she handed him over without hesitation.

Randheer cradled the small creature in his arms and walked to his car. Getting in, he pulled out his phone and made a call.

"I’ll be there soon."

A smirk curved his lips. He knew the destruction coming next.

And Ragini, standing at the stairs of hospital, watching him leave, smiled warmly, oblivious to the storm that followed wherever Randheer Singh Thakur went.

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Somewhere in the city, in a dimly lit room, five men sat together in a circle, exchanging crude laughter, playing cards. The air was thick with cigarette smoke and the stench of alcohol.

When suddenly, a knock echoed against the door.

One of the men stood up. "Must be the new shift."

He walked to unlocked the door.

The moment he cracked it open, a sliver of sunlight seeped in—just before his body collapsed onto the floor, lifeless, blood pooling beneath him.

The rest of the men shot up, their eyes wide with terror.

"Who…who are you? H-how do you know about this place?" one of them stammered.

A deep, commanding voice answered from behind the door.

"Your death!!" He announced.

And then,with a loud sound.
The door was kicked down with such force that it fell across the floor,as if weighted nothing.

A tall, imposing shadow filled the entrance.

Randheer Singh Thakur.

The mere mention of his name sent a shiver through the room.

He strode inside with calculated ease, dragging a chair toward him. He sat down so elegantly, arms resting on the backrest, legs crossed, his expression unreadable yet deadly.

"Whatever you're hiding—hand it over. Or he is..A dead example!"

He gestured toward the lifeless body on the floor. As if he just killed a mosquito,not an entire being.

One of the men gulped, shaking his head. "W-we don’t have anything, Thakur Sa."

Randheer smirked, dark amusement flickering in his eyes. "You sure? Because I hate liars."

With a casual stomp of his foot, the stone floor cracked open, revealing a hidden bag beneath.

The men froze.

Randheer arched a brow. "What’s this, then?"

Realizing there was no escape, the men raised their hands in surrender. But one fool among them acted otherwise.

He lunged for a sword, roaring in desperation.

"THAKUR, YOU WON’T LEAVE ALIVE!"

The weapon slashed toward Randheer’s neck—

But in a split second, he arched backward. The sword missed its target and instead plunged into another man’s chest.

The room filled with gasps.

Randheer smirked. "Looks like you just killed your own man."

Before anyone could react, he snatched the sword with a deadly precision.

His eyes darkened.

And then-he just killed them all.
No mercy. No hesitation. Just the cruel man who never see, never cares for anything when it's his ego..

After every single person lied there lifeless, wrapped in blood. He threw the sword. And wiping a bloodstain off his coat as he slid into the backseat of his car.

His gaze drifted toward the puppy, now playfully bouncing on the seat. Playing all in his car as if he owns it.

His jaw clenched as Ragini’s face flashed in his mind. He didn't like pet. Never. But this was something else.
This puppy was the reason, his stone heart fluttered that too for a woman.

An unfamiliar tightness coiled in his chest.

Shaking off the thoughts, he picked up the puppy, staring at its tiny form in his hands.

He looked at the driver in his car and spoke. "Keep this puppy safe somewhere. I don't want him to get lost and hurted.
You get it?"

The driver nodded and started the car—carrying the weight man who did both, saved a life and took several ones.

What is Randheer’s real face? Is he truly as brutal as he seems?
What will happen when sweet, innocent Ragini discovers the true Randheer Thakur?

Will his real identity shatter the delicate thread between them… or weave something even stronger?

And what unseen force will push him toward marrying her—forcefully?

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