Episode 1:REUNION

The chilly air of Shimla bit at Rohan’s face as he hurried toward the entrance of the crowded clubhouse. His heart hammered against his ribs. *I am about to enter a clubhouse in Shimla to fight some thugs who are trying to misbehave with Shivaniya,* he thought, adjusting his jacket and bracing himself for a brawl. He flung the heavy clubhouse door open, ready to tear the place apart, only to freeze in his tracks.

The scene inside was not what he expected. Shivaniya stood calmly in the center of the room, smoothing down her outfit. Around her, a handful of thugs groaned on the floor, completely neutralized. She had dealt with them already.

Catching sight of him, Shivaniya flashed a knowing smile. "You are late, handsome boy."

Rohan let out a breath, a mix of relief and mild disappointment washing over him. "Oh, come on. I thought you needed my saving."

Shivaniya walked over to him, her steps confident and graceful. She patted his shoulder lightly, leaving a faint scent of perfume in her wake. "Clean this up. I'll be in the car, handsome boy." Without waiting for a response, she turned and left the clubhouse.

Meanwhile, across town, Rohan’s life had changed drastically over the past few months. He was now incredibly wealthy, and he and Shivaniya shared a roof in a massive, sprawling mansion. In the courtyard of the estate, Sanju, Shivaniya’s personal assistant, was pacing nervously while talking to Abhi, the chief of security.

"Dude, I'm telling you, she's my life's dream," Sanju confessed, looking up at the grand windows of the mansion. "But I'm afraid of confessing to her."

Abhi burst out laughing, shaking his head at the assistant's boldness. "Do you have a death wish? Rohan will kill you."

The threat wasn't empty, and both men knew it. Just three months ago, at Rohan’s private guest house, things had reached a dark turning point. Sanju and Abhi had dragged a trembling man into the living room, forcing him down in front of Rohan. The guy was sweating, tears streaming down his face as Rohan delivered a stinging slap across his cheek.

"How dare you blackmail my Shivaniya!" Rohan roared, his eyes blazing with fury.

"Please, forgive me!" the guy begged, sobbing hysterically. "I will not do it again!"

Rohan let out a cold, evil laugh that echoed through the quiet guest house. "Of course." He turned his icy gaze to his security chief. "Abhi, kill him and bring his body." Abhi nodded firmly, and alongside Sanju, dragged the screaming man out into the night.

Back in the present day, Sanju shivered slightly at the memory but tried to shake it off. "I know, dude," he muttered to Abhi. "But we're not even sure if they're together or not."

Suddenly, the sleek headlights of Rohan’s luxury car illuminated the driveway. The vehicle purred to a halt. Sanju and Abhi quickly snapped into professional mode, rushing forward to open the doors for Rohan and Shivaniya.

"Welcome back, ma'am! I'm so happy you're okay," Sanju said, flashing his warmest, most charming smile.

Shivaniya and Rohan exchanged a knowing look, a smirk playing on both of their lips. "Aww, really?" Shivaniya asked amusement dancing in her eyes.

Sanju nodded eagerly, but Rohan’s expression darkened instantly. "Cut the act, Sanju. Let's go," Rohan snapped in anger, brushing past him. Shivaniya followed closely behind, leaving Abhi behind to openly laugh at Sanju’s deflated expression.

On the other side of Shimla, a completely different drama was unfolding. Navya, Rohan’s ex-girlfriend, was running for her life down a dark, quiet road. Her breath came in ragged gasps as a group of menacing thugs closed the distance behind her. Just as they were about to corner her, the sudden wail of a siren pierced the air. A police car pulled onto the street, its flashing lights cutting through the darkness. Fearing arrest, the thugs scattered into the shadows and ran off.

Trembling, Navya pulled off her veil, revealing deep, painful bruises scattered all over her face. With shaking hands, she pulled out her phone and dialed a familiar number.

When the call went through, Rohan picked up on the other end, his face turning pale with absolute shock at the sound of her voice.

The sudden contact brought back vivid memories of three months ago. Shivaniya had just returned home from a club late one evening, only to find the mansion softly lit. Rohan had organized a private dinner for her, complete with a beautifully set two-chair table. Touched by the gesture, Shivaniya had walked over and hugged him happily.

They sat down together, the atmosphere warm and intimate. Looking at her, Rohan had finally voiced what was on his mind. "Shivaniya, maybe I think we should be together."

Shivaniya had simply smiled, a gentle but firm boundary in her eyes. "I'm not your type, handsome boy. You will get your type," she said softly before focusing on her food. Rohan had merely smiled back, hiding whatever disappointment he felt.

Now, in a gritty warehouse on the outskirts of the city, Arjun—Rohan’s shadowy boss and the undisputed leader of the thugs in Shimla—was pacing back and forth. He was deep in conversation with his trusted lieutenant, Rajvir, and the topic was Arjun's girlfriend.

"I have a terrible feeling about Amrita," Arjun grumbled, his fists clenching. "She's starting to get greedy. Now she always demands thirty percent of everything instead of fifteen."

Rajvir nodded slowly, considering the situation carefully. "Sir, my opinion is that she's into a new business maybe... or seeing someone."

Before Rajvir could finish the sentence, Arjun’s hand whipped out, slapping him hard across the face in a fit of rage. "How dare you say that! Keep an eye on her from now on!"

Rubbing his sore cheek, Rajvir bowed his head quickly. "Sorry, sir. I will." He hurried out of the room, leaving a deeply upset Arjun to stew in his own suspicions.

Arjun's instincts weren't entirely wrong. At that exact moment, in another secluded warehouse across town, Amrita was meeting with her secret business partner. The man kept his identity hidden behind a thick face mask. Amrita marched up to him, wasting no time.

"Did he bring the money?" she confronted him sharply.

The man in the mask shook his head. "No, he's still giving excuses."

Amrita’s face contorted with anger. "If he don't bring it soon, you will have to do it," she threatened coldly. Turning on her heel, she stormed out of the warehouse in a rage.

Later that night, Rohan’s car pulled up to his mansion. He had personally picked up a shattered Navya from the roadside and brought her into the safety of his home. She sat on the edge of the guest bed, still shaken in fear, flinching at every small sound.

Rohan tucked her in gently, his voice soft but strained. "Navya, sleep tight. We will talk tomorrow."

Navya gave a weak, fearful nod, pulling the blankets tightly around herself. Rohan turned to leave the room, completely unaware that out in the dimly lit hallway, Shivaniya was standing silently in the shadows, watching the entire exchange with an unreadable expression.

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