Reyansh Raghuvanshi :
He is the CEO of Raghuvanshi Empire, ruling over the underworld in Asia and Europe. He's known for his icy demeanor, ruthless, and cunning ways. Some even call him a devil in human form. But despite his harsh exterior, there's...
Siya was packing her usual clothes into a medium-sized suitcase, neatly folding each piece as she went. The late afternoon sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. Music filled the space, her favourite playlist blasting through the speakers. She was lost in the rhythm, bobbing her head to the beat as she debated whether to bring an extra pair of shoes.
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Just as she reached for the shoes, her phone rang, cutting through the music. The sudden sound startled her, and she paused, unsure of where she had left it.
"Where did I leave it?" she muttered to herself, standing up and scanning the room.
She walked over to the bed, lifting a pile of clothes, but the phone wasn't there. The sound seemed to be coming from the other side of the room. She moved toward the dresser, her eyes sweeping over the various items scattered on top. No phone.
The ringing was getting louder, more insistent. Siya sighed and checked under the stack of books on the nightstand, then finally, she saw it—her phone, wedged between two pillows on the couch.
"Ah, there you are," she said, grabbing the phone. But then she froze, glancing at the screen. Her heart sank. Shit, how could she forget to call her? The fact that she was calling meant she had found out.
Closing her eyes and biting her lower lip, Siya hesitantly answered the call. "Sorry, I'm really, really sorry."
"I didn't expect this from you, shona." The elderly woman's voice was filled with disappointment, making Siya wince.
Siya pouted, feeling guilty. "I was going to tell you"
"When? When will you go on your honeymoon? Or better yet, when you have kids?"
"No, I wa—" Siya started to explain, but she cut her off.
"I'm hearing about your wedding from Yashraj bhaisa," She continued, her tone stern. Siya slapped her forehead, realizing it could only have been Dadu who spilled the beans.
"Ab kya hi kahe jab apna sikka hi khota ho. Forget it, I've sent a few things for you and him for your wedding. I can't attend, but my blessings will always be with you."
Siya sighed, knowing she wouldn't listen to her over the phone. "Okay, I'm coming home. We'll sit and talk, and I'll tell you how Ansh convinced everyone to set the wedding date just 20 days away." With that, she ended the call and hurried to clean up the mess she had made while packing.
She quickly grabbed her phone and car keys, then rushed out of the room. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she froze, her eyes widening in frustration. She closed her eyes and muttered under her breath, "Mar gaye..."
There, in the living room, sitting with the Raghuvanshi ladies, were Lata Bhatia and her daughter, Kavya. Siya had to fight the urge to groan out loud.
Lata Bhatia—Pallavi's only niece—had lost her husband to her father's political rival. Now, she was determined to have her father appoint her son as the party leader. She was the last person Siya wanted to deal with right now. Siya despised the woman's constant gossiping and endless criticism.
