MEET THE SRIVASTAVA's👨👩👦👦
Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce to you the Srivastavas, a family that stands as a shining testament to the embodiment of nobility and regal stature. In their presence, you will find a blend of prestige, opul...
Yazmin Dhanraj never wished to return to her so-called home. Or, rather, to the man who had shaped her existence in ways she both loathed and admired—her father.
Kamal Dhanraj. A name that resonated through boardrooms and ballrooms alike, a name that commanded both awe and fear. A man whose reputation was built upon ruthless ambition and an insatiable hunger for control. The world knew him as the indomitable business tycoon, the mastermind behind DGH—Dhanraj Group of Hotels—a name that adorned the skyline of luxury, stretching across continents. His magnum opus, Porte du Ciel, the glittering crown jewel of his empire, stood proudly in Dubai, a beacon of wealth and opulence.
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But beneath the polished veneer of his empire, Kamal Dhanraj was a man of shadows. Deception was his currency, manipulation his art. Arrogance draped over him like a custom-tailored suit, fitting him as seamlessly as his tailored ambitions. Power wasn't merely his desire—it was his lifeblood. And despite his already staggering empire, his gaze remained fixed on an even grander prize: the Srivastava Group of Companies.
He held only a minor stake in Chandranath Srivastava's conglomerate, but that did little to deter his aspirations. Kamal Dhanraj played the long game, his patience as deadly as his greed. And in this relentless pursuit of dominance, he had crafted Yazmin—whether consciously or not—into his very reflection.
Yazmin despised him for it. And yet, in the quiet, ruthless corners of her mind, she acknowledged the truth.
She was her father's daughter.
The same hunger for power simmered beneath her skin, the same ability to weave a façade so seamless that even the most astute could be deceived. Her charm was a weapon, her beauty a trap, her mind as sharp as the knives Kamal had so often wielded in boardrooms and business deals. The difference? While Kamal Dhanraj built his empire with steel and deception, Yazmin played with hearts. And she had set her sights on one—Hariday Srivastava.
Yet, Kamal's legacy wasn't one of love, and Yazmin had long learned that affection was merely a tool in the grand game of power. Her father had taught her that. He had abandoned her, used her, shaped her into something that even she struggled to recognize at times. But in the end, she had made peace with it.
Because like her father, she always played to win.
And the world? The world would soon learn that Yazmin Dhanraj, much like Kamal, never lost.
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After a day of tiresome events, Yazmin returns to her home. I.e., Dhanraj Mansion She was a guest at a fashion gala.
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