FEMALE LEAD:

SIARA VRISHTI MALHOTRA:

Siara Vrishti Malhotra was once sunlight wrapped in silk — warm laughter, soft eyes, and a heart foolish enough to love without fear.

Then seven years ago, something happened beneath the rain and darkness of a night nobody speaks about anymore. A night that shattered her mind, buried truths inside her soul, and left blood where innocence used to live.

Now, Siara is beautiful chaos.

Unhinged. Bold. Obsessive.

She walks through life like a beautifully sharpened blade, smiling while hiding secrets dangerous enough to destroy entire families. Some secrets she guards with her life. Others lurk in the hollow corners of her mind — memories her own soul refuses to remember.

And at the center of her madness stands only one man:

Aarav Vashisht.

The man she has watched, followed, and obsessed over for seven long years.

To the world, Siara is a rich girl with stormy eyes and reckless habits. But beneath the glamour lies something far darker — a girl slowly unraveling under the weight of an obsession that feels less like love… and more like destiny dipped in poison.

Because Siara doesn’t just want Aarav.

She wants to own him in the most dangerous way possible.

MALE LEAD:

AARAV PRAKHYAAT VASHISHT:

Aarav Vashisht is not a man people speak about loudly.

They whisper his name behind locked doors, in trembling voices, like invoking him too carelessly might summon death itself.

A monster wrapped in tailored black suits.

A king built from bloodshed, violence, and fear.

Across the world, empires bow before him. Politicians fear him. Criminal syndicates avoid crossing him. Entire cities sleep easier when his private jet leaves their airspace. Nobody knows how many men Aarav has buried beneath his throne — only that he never leaves witnesses behind.

Cold. Murderous. Untouchable.

Aarav Vashisht does not believe in mercy.

He believes in control.

Until her.

Siara Vrishti Malhotra — the only crack in the monster’s perfectly carved armor.

The only woman capable of turning his violence into devotion.

For seven years, Aarav has watched her from the shadows like a man cursed. Protecting her. Hunting for her. Destroying anyone who dares to hurt her. The world thinks he is obsessed with power, but the truth is far more terrifying:

Aarav would burn kingdoms for Siara without blinking.

Because she is not merely the woman he loves.

She is the weakness capable of ruining him.

The madness living beneath his skin.

The obsession he wears like a second heartbeat.

And the most dangerous thing about Aarav Vashisht is not that he kills without remorse—

It is that for Siara, he would do far worse.