A Promise Made. A Promise Forgotten.

Siyana Mehra was seven years old when she first met him. A girl too young to understand the weight of a promise, yet old enough to cling to it like a lifeline.

Beneath the golden hues of a setting sun, a boy with sharp eyes and a quiet strength wrapped his pinky around hers and said, "When we grow up, I'll marry you."

In that moment, she had believed him.

But fairytales don't exist for girls like her.

Life tore them apart before she could even understand what love was. And when she lost him, she lost everything. Her home. Her innocence. Herself.

The world didn't offer her mercy, so she learned to survive without it. Pain became her teacher. Blood became her ink. She carved her empire out of the very darkness that tried to consume her. Now, she is untouchable-a woman who rules without fear, without weakness, without emotion.

But there is one thing she never let go of.

Him.

For twenty years, she dreamed of his face, held onto his voice, his promise-clinging to it through the torment, the betrayals, the fire that burned her into the ruthless queen she has become.

Then, she heard the news.

Reyansh singh shekhawat is getting married.

The boy she loved. The man who forgot her.

Something inside her shattered that day, and in its place, something darker was born.

So she did what she does best.

She returned.
She came back to claim what was hers.
She came back to remind him of the promise he forgot.

And if she has to ruin him to do it, so be it.

A Past He Buried. A Future He Never Saw Coming.

Reyansh singh shekhawat does not believe in love.

He believes in power. In discipline. In control.

The only attachments he allows himself are to his family and his empire. Everything else is a distraction-especially emotions. Marriage, to him, is just another deal. A contract signed for convenience. A formality.

The woman he is set to marry is beautiful, intelligent-perfect on paper. But she does nothing to him.

Then she walked in.

A woman in a blood-red lehenga, her presence commanding, her face emotionless-flawless, unreadable. But it was her eyes that made his chest tighten. Dark. Familiar. Unforgiving.

She stood before him, fearless, untouched by the weight of the world that bowed before him.

Then she spoke, her voice calm, cold, laced with something he couldn't name.

"You promised to marry me once, Mr. Shekhawat."

The words struck something deep within him-a crack in the walls he had built, an echo of a past he had long since buried.

But he doesn't remember her.

And yet, something in her eyes tells him he should.

Because this woman isn't here to beg.

She's here to destroy.

And for the first time in his life, Reyansh singh shekhawat-the man who controls everything-feels like he's about to lose.