"Some secrets are meant to stay buried. But what if digging them up is the only way to survive?"
When Aradhya Chauhan, Avanya Roy and Vanya Oberoi reunite after years of separation, they quickly realize their past isn't done with them yet. A missing...
The storm raged outside the Dixit mansion, drowning the world in shadows. Rain lashed against the glass windows, the wind whispering secrets that had long been buried within these walls. Thunder cracked through the sky like an omen, illuminating the empire built on deception, on blood, on silence.
Inside, in the heart of the grand study, Vinesh Dixit sat with the stillness of a predator. His sharp eyes flickered with amusement as he observed his sons. They stood before him-three legacies shaped by his own hands, yet each carved from a different stone.
Yash Dixit, the eldest, stood closest to the fire, the flickering flames casting shadows across his face. Cold. Calculated. Unreadable. He was the one who obeyed, the one who never questioned, the one who carried out orders without hesitation. His loyalty to their father was a mask-a shield that no one could break. Not even those who thought they knew him.
Beside him, Kartik Dixit stood like a storm barely contained, his jaw clenched, his fists curled. He was everything Yash was not-defiant, reckless, unwilling to kneel. Where Yash followed, Kartik resisted. Where Yash was ice, Kartik was fire. But despite their differences, one truth bound them together: they both hated the man who sat before them.
And then there was Vedansh Dixit, the youngest, the one who had tried to escape. A lawyer who fought for justice in a family where justice was a myth. He had spent years trying to carve his own path, distancing himself from the corruption that ran in his blood. But the past had a way of pulling people back, and tonight, he stood in the house he had once vowed to leave behind.Vinesh's voice cut through the silence like a blade.
"𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏." His fingers tapped rhythmically against the desk. "𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈."
The room seemed to grow colder.Because in the darkness of the mansion, 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅. 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒆.
Avanya Roy stood by the staircase, her fingers tightening around a hidden blade. She had walked into this world knowing it would consume her. She had spent years hunting for the truth, only to find herself caught in a dangerous game. And the man she had once sworn to bring down-Yash Dixit-was the only one who had ever truly seen her. The one she was terrified to love.
Vanya Oberoi stood at the window, staring into the storm, her reflection ghostly against the glass. She had lived in a world of illusions, of carefully crafted lies. But no mask could hide the fury in her eyes. The truth had been stolen from her once. She would not let it happen again.and not with her love Vedansh being by her side.
And Aradhya Chauhan, the doctor who had never meant to step into the fire, found herself standing at the edge of a war she could no longer ignore. She had believed in healing, in saving lives. And Kartik Dixit, the man who had once been nothing more than a stranger, had somehow become the only person she trusted.
