Chapter 1 – The Second First Morning

The alarm screamed.

Anaya jolted awake, heart hammering as if someone had poured ice water down her spine. Her hand fumbled across the bed until her fingers hit the cheap plastic clock. She slapped it off and froze.

This… wasn’t the hospital.

This was her old rented bedroom.

Peeling blue paint, iron window, crooked wooden cupboard, and the single fan whining overhead like it didn’t want to work either.

Her eyes widened.

“I… really came back,” she whispered.

She flung the thin blanket aside and stood up too quickly. The world tilted; she grabbed the edge of the bed to balance herself. Her legs felt strong. No IV. No pain stabbing her ribs. No heavy fog pressing on her lungs.

She rushed to the cracked mirror nailed to the wall.

A girl stared back.

Hair thick and dark, not brittle and falling. Cheeks holding a hint of softness instead of hollow shadows. The yellow-gray pallor of illness was gone, replaced by healthy color.

Anaya touched her face.

“I’m twenty-two again…”

The cold, emotionless voice resonated inside her skull like an echo in a metal room.

[Confirmed: Host Age – 22]

[Timeline – Reverted 3 Years Prior To Original Death]

She swallowed hard. “So you’re real… System.”

Silence, then:

[Marriage Salvation System Online]

[Main Quest: Secure Marriage Contract With Designated Target In 7 Days]

[Designated Target: Aarav Singhania]

Just hearing his name made the air feel heavier.

Aarav Singhania. The man the news channels never stopped talking about. Cold-blooded, brilliant, merciless. He took dying family businesses and either resurrected them or buried them permanently.

She remembered the headlines from her first life:

> “SINGHANIA HEIR DEAD AT 29 – HEART FAILURE.”

Back then, she’d been too busy worrying about her own slow death to care about a billionaire’s funeral.

Now her heartbeat sped up.

“So if I marry him, I survive,” she murmured. “And he survives through me.”

[Affirmative]

[Host’s Life Force Is Compatible With Target’s Condition]

[Marriage Bond \= Dual Lifespan Anchor]

“Anchor…” She laughed weakly. “Sounds romantic and creepy at the same time.”

[Secondary Benefits: Financial Stability, Protection, Elite Status]

[Warning: Refusal To Complete Main Quest Within Time Limit \= Termination Of Host’s Reverted Timeline]

“Termination,” Anaya repeated slowly. “That means death again, right?”

[Affirmative]

Her fingers tightened into fists.

Die in a hospital bed again…? Alone, scared, with nothing but unpaid bills to remember her?

No.

Not this time.

She drew a deep breath and glanced at the calendar pinned to the wall. The date glared back at her: 3rd March. Three years before her hospital death. Three years before her landlord’s final threat. Three years before everything completely collapsed.

She had a second chance… but on the condition that she walked straight into a stranger’s world and chained her life to his.

“Aarav Singhania,” she murmured. “You don’t know me… but I have only seven days to make you my husband.”

The thought made her cheeks burn.

Marriage. To a man she had never met. A man way out of her league. A man everyone feared.

Her inner voice panicked.

What if he refuses? What if he thinks I’m insane? What if his security throws me out before I even see him?

The system cut into her spiraling thoughts.

[Host Has Been Granted Minimum Tools]

[Skill Unlocked: Perfect Recall (Business & Social Info From Original Timeline)]

[Skill Unlocked: Emotional Resonance (Minor)]

“Emotional… resonance?”

[Host’s Presence May Trigger Strong Emotional Reactions In Target]

[Note: Effects May Vary According To Target’s Mental State]

“So I’m his… walking trigger?”

[Put Simply: Yes]

Anaya sighed. “You really don’t sugarcoat anything, do you?”

[I Do Not Possess That Function]

Her lips twitching despite the pressure, she moved to the tiny table in the corner. Her old secondhand laptop sat there. She booted it up; the fan whirred like a dying animal, but it worked.

She typed quickly.

> A A R A V S I N G H A N G I A L A T E S T N E W S

Hundreds of articles loaded.

“New Acquisition.”

“Record-Breaking Deal.”

“Ruthless Negotiator.”

“Unmoved By Threats.”

No word of illness yet. That was still hidden.

She clicked on a video. The screen showed an impeccably dressed man stepping out of a black car.

Tall. Broad shoulders. Crisp tailored suit like it grew on him. Dark hair, combed back. Sharp jawline. Eyes cold and cutting like a winter night. Even through the grainy video quality, his presence hit the viewer like a shockwave.

Behind that icy composure, she knew from the future… a failing heart quietly ticked like a broken clock.

Her stomach tightened.

He looked like someone you’d watch from far away, not someone you’d dare walk up to and say, “Hi, I’m here to save your life. Please marry me in seven days.”

System spoke again.

[Quest Update: First Contact With Target Required Within 48 Hours]

“I know, I know.” She rubbed her temples. “I have to get near him somehow.”

Slow romance.

Dark obsession.

CEO dominance.

Slow burn.

She didn’t know those words, but fate had already scripted them inside both their lives.

She closed the laptop and straightened her worn T-shirt.

“I need a plan.”

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Two hours later, the reception hall of Singhania Group Headquarters loomed over her like a marble palace.

Glass walls. Shimmering chandeliers. People in expensive suits moving with the confident haste of those whose time actually mattered.

Anaya stood near the revolving door, hugging her faded sling bag to her chest. Her jeans were clean but old. Her sneakers had scuffs. She looked like the ink blot on a white page of luxury.

“Maybe this was a dumb idea…” she muttered.

[Cowardice Detected]

“EXCUSE ME?”

[Encouragement Protocol: If Host Fails To Try, Host Dies Anyway]

She blinked, then let out a breathless laugh. “Okay, okay. I get it. Death or embarrassment. I’ll pick embarrassment.”

Squaring her shoulders, she walked to the security counter.

Two guards and a receptionist glanced at her with polite disinterest.

“Yes?” the woman behind the desk asked, her voice neutral.

“I’m here to see Mr. Aarav Singhania,” Anaya said, trying to sound calm.

That got their attention.

The guards straightened. The receptionist’s smile stiffened.

“And do you have an appointment, ma’am?”

“No… but it’s urgent.” Anaya licked her lips. “It’s about his health.”

The woman’s eyes narrowed. “I’m sorry, but Mr. Singhania doesn’t entertain walk-ins. If you don’t have a meeting scheduled—”

“He’ll want to hear this,” Anaya cut in, surprising herself with the steel in her tone. “If he doesn’t, he might die.”

The nearest guard moved closer. “Ma’am, I’ll have to ask you—”

The elevator doors behind them slid open with a soft ding.

Conversation died.

It was like the air itself held its breath.

A man stepped out, flanked by two assistants. Dark suit perfectly tailored, expression unreadable, aura of power rolling out in quiet waves that made people unconsciously move aside.

Aarav Singhania.

Anaya’s pulse went wild.

He walked like he owned the floor, the building, the city… and maybe he did.

“Sir,” the receptionist said quickly, standing. “Good morning.”

He gave her a curt nod, eyes already flicking over the lobby with razor-sharp detachment. He was clearly on his way somewhere important.

The system’s voice boomed in Anaya’s head.

[Target Present]

[Opportunity Detected]

[Host Action Required Immediately]

If she hesitated now, she might never get this close again.

Her legs moved before her brain could second-guess.

“Mr. Singhania!” she called, voice ringing across the marble floor.

Every head turned.

Aarav stopped.

Slowly, he pivoted, his gaze locking on the only person in the lobby who dared call him by name without title.

Anaya.

His eyes were colder up close, dark and deep like the surface of a lake where bodies might be hidden.

“Who are you?” he asked, voice low and perfectly controlled.

For a second, her courage shrank under that gaze.

Then she remembered the sterile smell of the hospital. The constant beeping. The helplessness.

She straightened.

“My name is Anaya Mehra,” she said. “And I’m here… to save your life.”

The room went silent.

Aarav’s jaw flexed almost imperceptibly.

Arrogant. Ridiculous. Impossible.

Except—

For a fraction of a second, something sharp and furious flickered in his eyes.

Fear.

No one in this building knew that his heart had started to betray him. The reports were buried. The doctors were sworn to secrecy. The world still thought of him as invincible.

Yet this girl, in her faded jeans, dared to say the one thing he never allowed anyone to talk about.

His greatest weakness.

His greatest countdown.

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