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He was born into power.
Sarthak Singhania - the prince of a royal Hindu lineage, CEO of a billion-dollar empire, and a man raised to rule, not to feel.
He doesn't believe in love.
Doesn't trust...
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Sarthak’s POV
Two weeks. Fourteen nights without sleep. Three hundred and thirty-six hours without her.
The office had become my prison — the air thick with exhaustion, coffee, and obsession. Every surface was littered with maps, photos, and names scribbled on paper. But none of them led to her.
“Sir,” my assistant said yesterday, voice trembling, “maybe you should go home—”
Home? I didn’t have one anymore. Not without Shivani.
And today, when the door opened, I almost didn’t look up — until I smelled cardamom and ghee.
“Ma,” I muttered, the word coming out as a sigh instead of greeting.
Queen Sanya Singhania stood there — elegance and maternal fury wrapped in silk. Her eyes softened when she saw me. “You look half-dead, Sarthak,” she said, placing a tiffin box on my desk. “Eat something. Please.”
“I’m not hungry,” I said flatly.
Her gaze hardened. “You think she’d want you to starve while you look for her?”
My hands stilled over the map. “She’s out there, Ma. I can feel it. I just can’t find her.”
Mother sat down, her voice trembling now. “You’ve searched the whole city. You even went to the Malhotras—”
“I had to.” My tone sharpened. “Something about Rhea never sat right with me. And after Shivani disappeared—” I stopped, fists clenching. “—I couldn’t ignore the timing.”
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Flashback
The Malhotra mansion was dark when I arrived two nights after Shivani vanished. Rhea’s father opened the door, pale and flustered.
“Where’s Rhea?” I asked. My voice was calm, too calm.
He hesitated, wiping sweat from his forehead. “She… she left, Sarthak. Two weeks ago.”
“Left?” I repeated, coldly. “Where?”
He swallowed. “Mumbai, I think. With a man. Some… businessman. She said she wanted a new start. That she was done with Jaipur.”
For a second, the air seemed to vanish. Rhea — obsessed, manipulative, desperate Rhea — had just moved on? Lies. All of it.
