DESIGNATED BRIDE. (Darkened Brides Book Series #1)

PROLOGUE.

VIVAAN.

What is life? For a man with a dream, it's his goal. For a man with desires, it's his love, and for a man with power, it's his strength.

And every day is a struggle to protect our lives. Every day is a struggle to protect our dream, our goal, and our strength.

Every morning is the beginning of competition in the game of the world. And every night is a time for regrets we bare because of our incompetence.

Every man is a rival to survive and ticking time is the boundary to hold.

We have to fight. With ourselves, with our people, with our world. To be what you want to be.

This is life. When you have to survive not for yourself but for what you are thinking waking up every morning. And thinking about it before sleeping.

As for me. It's my power. It's my strength. It's what is mine and must remain mine.

The extent I need to follow, the path I need to ride. Are not and cannot be an excuse for giving up.

But this world isn't grasping for a single man. Their beliefs are a burden for people like us. And somehow there is no fight in this. To win.

This must be done.

"How many times do I need to tell you? You are very behind. And you are very far from your goal! You need to cover the distance. Find a woman to marry as soon as possible. Or I won't hesitate to give the company to Vansham or Rehan." Dad yelled in my face. His repeated words with his awful stinging alcoholic breath.

The same things over and over again. Every week, every month, and every year.

Why does this world think that settling down is going to make any difference in a world of a man?

Why does a man need handcuffs to prove that he can be harmless?

And how can you be so sure that the handcuffs can stop him?

The rotten one cannot go back to being undecayed.

"And no more contract woman. If I found one more that I will be a father of only one son. Rehan." He threatened me sipping till the last drop of his glass. In his huge classically decorated study office in the main mansion. His red face was barely visible in the yellow lights of the office with all the shadows of bookshelves. I took a huge sigh looking at the perfectly constant pathetic side of him and despising the blood running in my veins.

He might own the biggest company in the nation. He might own the biggest mansion in the nation. He might own the seventy percent wealth of the nation. But it's all pointless.

Because he is just a failure who can't understand his son.

And seeing this side of his every day is just disintegrating my eyes.

"I am leaving headquarters. I am going to work at the industrial office of Mshine for a while. Where Sahil is." I said to the drunk man and he agreed with his shrunken shoulders and nodding head.

"Do whatever you like."

"I will."