For two years now, Zaira has lived under their roof.
Not as a burden, not out of obligation.
But as family.
Her parents trust them, they adore her. She comes from another city to Mumbai for her education, welcomed with warmth, care, and affection into a wealthy household that treats her like their own.
All except him.
Aarvik Singhania barely speaks to her, barely acknowledges her presence.
And when his eyes do find her, they are cold with something that looks dangerously close to anger.
She is afraid of him, he rarely speak except it’s important and that is what scare most people...his silence, the way he watches without looking and the way the room feels heavier when he’s near.
What Zaira doesn’t know is that his detest is a lie.
