Abhiman Singhania

**Abhimaan Raghuvanshi.** 6’3 of sheer dominance. Cold, unreadable eyes. A hot-headed billionaire wrapped in the darkest shades of power. His suits cost more than an average home, his watches scream royalty, and his car collection is a never-ending parade of sleek beasts. He’s the eldest son, the CEO, the silent storm behind the mafia that rules over both Russia and India. A smoker. An alcoholic. A workaholic. A full-time psychopath, as some would dare to say. And unfortunately—your husband. --- **Flashback – Two Months Ago** He was walking out of his office when his right-hand man in the mafia stopped him. The words he uttered froze Abhimaan mid-step: “There’s a man—Aditya Raisingh. He’s selling girls. Running underground auctions. Never shows his face. And… he’s Ira’s boyfriend.” Abhimaan’s blood ran cold. Aditya Raisingh. His oldest enemy. The man Abhimaan had sworn to destroy. And now that monster was with *you*—his best friend’s little sister. The woman he had secretly loved for years. The one he never had the courage to confess to, because he always kept his feelings locked up. Just when he had finally mustered the courage to tell you—on your birthday—he watched you smile, eyes shining, as Aditya Singh had proposed to you. And you said yes. You looked so happy… So happy that Abhimaan let you be. But not for long. He told your brother, Dev, everything. Dev was devastated. He begged Abhimaan to save you. Pleaded. “Marry her,” Dev said. “Save her. Just don’t let her find out.” And so, the wedding was arranged in secrecy. But you didn’t know the truth. On the wedding day, you tried to run. You got into the car and screamed at the driver to drive. “Trying to run away, *Gulab*?” Your body froze. Only one man calls you that. Abhimaan. He stepped out of the shadows, pulled open the car door, dragged you out. You kicked. Screamed. Fought. He didn’t care. He dragged you straight to the mandap and married you by force. --- **Present