Hey, this is my first story, thanks for trying.
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Zavian Rajvanshi
They don’t whisper his name — they calculate whether they can survive saying it.
He wasn't born with power. He learned how to weaponize silence, how to build empires with blood-stained fingers and a mind that forgets nothing.
Jawline sharp as consequence.
Eyes — not just cold, but calibrated, like he's already seen your betrayal before you even think it.
He doesn't shout. He calculates.
He doesn’t chase. He corners.
There’s no second chance with him — only one clean shot, and if you miss? You won’t get time to regret it.
His empire runs on precision.
His loyalty demands reverence.
His trust? A currency too expensive to buy.
And his love? That’s the part no one survives intact.
He isn’t the villain. He’s the ending.
“You think silence means peace? Mine is the kind that’s followed by funerals.”
“I don’t need to mark her. The world already knows she’s the reason I’d burn it down.”
“The world may ask you to lower your voice, Janvi… but I won’t.
Bolti raho — stubborn, chaotic, impossible.
I want your noise in my silence, every minute, every damn day.
Because with you… peace is overrated.”
“You ruin my plans just by existing, Janvi.
And the worst part?
I don’t want control anymore—
I just want you, wrecking everything.”
"You could scream, cry, curse me out—and I’d still ask you to stay one more minute. That’s the problem with loving a hurricane. But i love this problem."
Janvi sinha
Underground MMA fighter. No sponsor. No backstory. No defeats.
She isn’t a name.
She’s a rumour — passed in hushed tones through locker rooms and crime dens.
In the illegal circuits of the underworld, she's known only by one title:
“The Girl Who Never Falls.”
She enters the cage alone.
No coach. No corner. No hype team.
Just a pair of worn gloves… and rage she doesn’t explain.
They say she’s never screamed in pain.
Never begged for mercy.
Never blinked — not even when her shoulder popped mid-round.
No photos. No interviews. No digital trace.
You Google her, and the internet gives you nothing.
But her punches?
They write her legacy, bone by bone.
And when she wears a saree instead of her wraps—
she still walks like she owns the fight.
"I can take pain, betrayal, loss… but kindness? That’s what ruins me."
“You're brave… talking like that in front of someone who actually could break your nose.”
“I fight better than I flirt. Luckily for you, I don’t mix the two...... darling”
"Keep following me like that, Zavian, and people will start thinking you’re mine."
"You're all control and silence… until I walk in. Admit it, I ruin your peace."
Shrivani Deshmukh
24. Coder. College student. Quiet rebel with stitched lips and untold scars.
She’s not the first person you notice in a room — and she prefers it that way.
Middle bench. Head down. Notes neat. Smile polite.
But behind that stillness is a girl who once trusted the wrong people…
and is still paying the price.
She speaks less — because not every truth gets believed.
She stays low — because the last time she stood tall, someone tried to break her.
But don’t confuse her silence for surrender.
She’s rebuilding — piece by piece, line by line, both in code and in courage.
She writes better than she speaks.
Feels more than she shows.
And survives more than she ever says.
Some girls dream of love.
She dreams of freedom.
And if one day, she walks out of her past like it never owned her —
don’t ask how.
Just know she earned it.
"You can stop looking at me like that. I already forgot what I was saying."
"Relax, Oberoi. I’m not blushing because of you.
It’s just... 42 degrees and your arrogance is overheating the room."
"You want control, Oberoi?
Then learn how to survive losing it — especially around me."
"I want to know why...
why you're bleeding yourself to stitch wounds you never caused.
Why do you love a mess I haven’t even begun to clean?"
"If I ever fall for you, remind me to book an MRI.
Something would be seriously wrong."
Shivansh ishaan oberoi
He doesn’t make an entrance. He makes the room adjust to his silence.
People think he's ruthless. That’s not true.
He’s precise. Brutal when required, silent when strategic.
The kind of man who doesn’t believe in threats — only results.
If you betray him, He won’t yell. He won’t threaten. He’ll just remove the evidence that you were ever born.
He doesn’t need attention — he commands respect.
Not by screaming, but by remembering everything. Every slight. Every lie. Every hesitation.
And when he moves, he does it like a man who’s ten steps ahead — because he usually is.
Power doesn’t intoxicate him. Loyalty does.
He doesn’t need to prove anything — not when his silence has more weight than most people's wars.
And love? That’s not weakness for him.
It’s a territory no one’s allowed to enter unless they’re ready to meet the man beneath the legend.
Only one has ever reached that far — and even she doesn’t know how deep it goes.
He’s not the storm. He’s the one who built the silence before it.
The man you don’t hear coming — until everything around you has already changed.
"You think I’m dangerous now? Pray she never sheds a tear because of you."
"I’ve survived bullets, betrayal, and blood. But her silence? That… that kills differently."
“ i am yours, shrivani, always even if you left me.”
"The problem isn't that I get too close… it's that you never moved away."
“The worst part? You’re not even aware of it. The way you exist… it disarms me. Every damn time.”
OTHER CHARACTERS -
AMRITA SINHA- Janvi's mother , abundant her at 16 .
LAKSHY SINHA - Janvi's father ,(already died.)
AARYAN SINHA - Janvi's elder brother , don't like her.
JANAK SINHA - Janvi's younger brother , love her very much, even if it cost his life.
AMARJEET DESHMUKH - Shrivani's father
NAINA DESHMUKH - Shrivani's mother , beautiful (already died, when shrivani was 15)
ISHAAN OBEROI - Shivansh's father, chairman of Oberon technologies.
MANSI ISHAAN OBEROI - Shivansh's mother .
TRISHA MANSI OBEROI - Shivansh's elder sister . ( Already died)
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