The night hung in silence at Chauhan mansion. Shravani sat in her study, leaning back against the chair, eyes fixed blankly at the ceiling. Papers lay scattered across the table, the air heavy with a silence she had never known before. All the incidents of the past days kept ringing in her head, and for the first time, the woman who once controlled everything, who once manipulated people like pawns, was lost.

She knew Shourya was right — that woman she had allied with would walk away unscathed if anything went wrong, while Shravani would be left as the open target. She had realised her mistake, she was ready to fix it, but the question was how. For the first time in her life, Shravani Chauhan — the cunning lady of the business world, the woman who could read a person’s next move by just a glance — sat stripped of her instincts. No plans, no manipulations, no games. Only silence, as everything slipped through her hands.

She had protected her son for years, yet today she was powerless to shield him. She had destroyed lives before without mercy, yet now she could only watch as her own family, her career, her empire, crumbled. All because of one name.

Ekaksh Singh Rathore.

And the reason behind him, that one girl. Misthi. What did he see in that cheap middle-class girl that he was willing to burn the world for her? Shravani’s jaw tightened, rage flashing in her eyes, but beneath it lay fear.