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Aryan Malhotra and Shivika Bajaj were brought together by their families-an arranged marriage setup like countless others in their circles. Their families had known each other for decades, their ties rooted in business partnerships, mutual respect, and social standing.

Neither Aryan nor Shivika protested the decision. They weren't in love, but weren't against the idea either. It was what was expected of them-two heirs, two empires, two carefully curated lives brought together with rituals, blessings, and a five-star guest list. 

Aryan was instantly intrigued by Shivika's sharp tongue and unbothered confidence. She met his gaze squarely, challenged his views, and moved through the conversation with the poise of someone who knew her worth.

Shivika, in turn, was surprised by Aryan. She had expected arrogance wrapped in a designer suit. Instead, she found effortless charm and a quiet depth beneath the playful surface. 

The engagement was swift and extravagant. Newspapers splashed headlines of "India's Power Couple in the Making." 

Within weeks, they were married. A lavish wedding held at a royal palace, draped in marigolds, mirror work, and money. The union was celebrated as a merger of not just businesses, but souls. 

Everyone loved their story. They were young, gorgeous, and wildly successful. A dream couple. What started as a beautiful beginning was unknowingly marked by a lurking threat-one that would soon turn their curated joy into aching silence.

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Aryan, 25, was more than just Delhi's most eligible bachelor-he was a phenomenon. As the youngest-ever CEO of Malhotra Industries, he had taken the business world by storm. Armed with an Ivy League degree, a sharp eye for investments, and a natural magnetism, he was admired and envied in equal measure.

Shivika, 24, wasn't far behind in stature-or spirit. As Vice President of Bajaj Corporation, she handled mergers, cracked negotiations, and managed billion-dollar deals with practiced calm.
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