This is my first novel and english is also not my first language,so if there is any mistake please feel free to correct me . And , also the whole novel is in english.

Mumbai never sleeps — and neither do the people who own it.

At the top of that glittering chaos stood two families: the Mehras and the Rathores.

To the world, they were business legends. To each other, they were rivals, wrapped in silk and silence.

                 The Mehra Family

The Mehras lived in a mansion that looked like old money — marble, chandeliers, and cold hallways where love had never learned to stay.

Arjun Mehra, the patriarch, ruled his world through fear and reputation.

His wife, Vandita, smiled for photographs but spoke little at home.

And their daughter, Amaira Mehra — she was the mistake the world had learned not to underestimate.

They called her the miracle child when she rebuilt her father’s crumbling company at twenty-three.

They said she was disciplined, brilliant, untouchable.

But they never asked what it cost her.

No one knew about the nights she spent awake, watching rain slide down her penthouse windows, thinking of things she could never name.

No one knew why she flinched when people raised their voices.

No one knew that beneath her quiet grace lived something darker — a secret so deep, even her family would never believe it.

Amaira Mehra was not made of glass.

She was made of fire that learned how to behave.    

         The Rathore Family

Across the city, in a sea-facing mansion on Altamount Road, the Rathore s  ruled a different kind of empire.

Rathore Industries was built on steel and silence — the kind of wealth that moved ministers and erased mistakes.

Rajveer Rathore, the patriarch, was respected by businessmen and feared by politicians.

His elder son, Raghav Rathore, was the golden one — steady, loyal, married to his college love, Aisha, who carried her grace like light in a house built on power. Together they had a three-year-old son, Aarav, who was the family’s heartbeat — small laughter echoing through marble halls that had forgotten warmth.

And then there was Vihaan Rathore — the younger son, the calm that came before every storm.

Educated in London, built like someone who could ruin you with a smile — Vihaan was the kind of man who didn’t need to raise his voice to command a room.

He was sharper than Raghav, quieter than his father, and far colder than he ever meant to be.

He lived by control — until he heard the name Amaira Mehra.

The woman who turned her father’s failing business into gold.

The woman who refused his partnership offer — twice.

To him, she was a mystery.

To her, he was a threat she didn’t have time for.

But destiny in Mumbai has a cruel sense of humor — and when two storms meet, the city always takes notice.

......Author's note ......

This is my first novel so if there is any mistake please feel free to correct me ,and I have post on Wattpad already till ch -10. And will be soon posting it on scrollstack.