Chapter 1

...Introduction of "Mahi Singhania" ...

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Mahi Singhania is 21 years old. She studies Business at Royal Elms International University in Dehradun.

The Singhanias don’t live in the middle of the city. Their house stands on the outskirts, where Dehradun slowly fades into forest and hills. Where the roads get quieter. Where the air feels colder in the mornings.

Tall pine trees line the narrow road leading to their estate. Mist hangs low around the hills at sunrise, and from the balcony you can see layers of grey-blue mountains stretching endlessly. At night, the city lights flicker far away, but here it’s mostly silence. Just wind moving through the forest. Sometimes, the faint mechanical hum from their factory near the forestry belt.

The Singhania Group is a well-known and elite business family. Mahi has an elder brother, Mihir Singhania, who is 27.

Mihir and their father, Om Singhania, handle the business. They run a large hospital machinery manufacturing company. Their main unit is set up near the forestry area in Dehradun, but they supply their products all over India.

This is where Mahi grew up — between quiet hills and a family that never really slowed down.

...Mahi’s POV...

I live a comfortable life. I won’t deny that. Things have always been… stable. Predictable.

I go to Royal Elms International University every day, attend my business lectures, and pretend I’m fully interested in balance sheets. My best friend, Anu Sharma, is in the same class. She’s been my constant since first year — loud, dramatic, and the only reason I survive half my lectures.

This is my last year of my bachelor’s program. After a lot of convincing, I finally got permission from Dad to start something of my own.

I don’t want to just inherit the business.

I’m starting a fashion brand.

I already completed a diploma in fashion alongside my degree. Studying business helped, but fashion? That’s mine. That’s something I chose.

And this year, I’m finally doing it.

Dad was surprisingly calm when I told him.

I thought he would question it. Maybe remind me about the family business. Maybe say I was being impulsive.

But he didn’t.

He just listened.

When I finished explaining my plan — the brand idea, the budget, the timeline — he leaned back in his chair and asked me one thing.

“Are you serious about this, Mahi?”

And I was.

So he nodded and said, “Then do it properly. If you’re starting something, start it with intention.”

He didn’t offer to run it for me. He didn’t take control. He just told me I’d have access to guidance if I needed it.

That was his way of supporting me.

And honestly, that meant more.

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... Mahi’s POV...

It was morning when Maggie knocked softly before walking into my room.

“Mahi baby, you’re getting late for university,” she said, pulling the curtains apart.

Sunlight spilled into my room.

Maggie is the daughter of Mrs. Chandani, our head servant. Her family has been working in our mansion for years — almost like a tradition at this point. They’re not just staff. They’re… kind of family.

She’s 26 and mostly handles my schedule, wardrobe, and basically my chaos.

“What should I pick for you today?” she asked, already opening my closet.

“Something simple,” I mumbled, still half asleep.

After getting ready, I went downstairs. Mihir bhaiya, Papa, and Mumma — Devi Singhania — were already seated at the breakfast table.

Mumma looked at me the second I sat down.

“Mahi, no outings with your friends today,” she said calmly. “We’re attending a party tonight.”

“A party?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Your father’s childhood friend is returning,” Papa added.

Mr. Sanjay Arora.

He married an Italian woman and shifted to Italy years ago to expand his business empire. Now, apparently, his father wants the whole family — including the grandchildren — back in India. Back to their homeland.

The Aroras are one of the biggest industrialist families connected to Dehradun, though most of their empire is based in Italy now.

His wife, Mrs. Eliana Arora, is… not ordinary either.

Rumors say she’s the daughter of a powerful mafia family.

Which means the Aroras don’t just have business influence.

They have connections.

To mark their return, they’re hosting a grand party tonight — announcing that their empire’s new headquarters will be set up in Dehradun.

And somehow, I have a feeling this isn’t just a welcome-back party.

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