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Hayeeeee......Hey People!!!Another update!Because I am happy today yayayaa!!!Okay so today I thought from next chapter onward I will share a real life an incident at last of of every chapter of story IDK Why but I will Cheeky Smile Till then enjoy!!!

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He stood in the center of a room filled with armed men. The air was thick with the musty smell of blood. In his right fist, he clutched shattered pieces of glass, pressing down hard. It was a twisted method of finding calm. The glass mirrored his own shattered heart.

"What the hell are you doing?" a voice shouted. He didn't flinch. All he could see was the glass, sharp and dangerous.

"Stop it, idiot! You're hurting yourself!" The warning fell on deaf ears. He tightened his grip, the pain somehow grounding him. Each sting took him further away from his turmoil.

"Don't be mad." That was the last thing he heard before the darkness wrapped around him like a heavy blanket. He lay on the cold floor, the sharp glass slipping from his grip, clattering against the ground. Blood pooled around him, a stark contrast to the polished wood of the room... They stood frozen, eyes wide, unsure of what to do next. At that moment, He was no one. He was just a man, broken and bleeding. He was,

"Randheer Raizada"

A man of contrasts. At 27, he the CEO of Raizada Ltd., one of India's leading companies in addition to this he is a well-known person, underworld. He is Yuvraj of Jaipur, a royal in the land of history and expectation. Yet beneath that polished exterior, he battled a beast daily.

His life was a façade. Power and wealth surrounded him, but they couldn't fill the void. The pleasure he found in pain was a desperate attempt to keep control. The world saw him as a leader, but inside, he felt like a prisoner.

Every decision he made was a fight against his inner demons. He was trapped in a cycle of self-destruction and ambition. The glass in his hand was more than a weapon; it was a reflection of his fractured soul.

He wanted to escape. But the more he fought, the tighter the chains of his own making became.
And in that moment, the blood on the floor reminded him of what he stood to lose. Surrounded by power and money he wondered: would this be his end—or the start of something new?

 "She brought brightness to his darkest days.

In moments when shadows loomed large, her presence was a spark. She didn't just fill the gaps; she illuminated his path.

Her laughter cut through the silence. Each smile felt like a ray of hope breaking through heavy clouds.

He realized that her light was not just a flicker; it was a flame. It warmed him, pushing away the cold despair".

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So, Met Mr. Hero? Fighting with his darkness? Will his world consume him, or will she be light in his world?
Byeee!
Take care.

Ranjhan.