His LOVE, Her Surrender Episode 1

Episode 1

The sun filtered lazily through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Taara’s luxurious 2BHK penthouse, perched high above the buzzing heart of the city. The marble floors gleamed like mirrors; the crisp scent of fresh lilies filled the air — yet, the space felt cold, untouched, just like its owner.

A beautiful woman rose from her bed with the mechanical grace of habit, her silk robe trailing behind her. She didn’t need alarms; her body was trained like a soldier’s — disciplined, precise. Coffee brewed in the gleaming kitchen, untouched by her hands — prepared by staff she barely spoke to.

Outside, a fleet of matte-black luxury cars waited, guarded by her team of sharply dressed bodyguards. To the world, she was a goddess in heels — breathtakingly beautiful, terrifyingly distant.

She had turned a once-struggling fashion house into one of the top ten brands in the country. She was power wrapped in velvet. A woman who didn’t laugh much, didn’t bound to anyone, didn’t need anyone.

She is

Taara Kulkarni Her mother, a fashion legend, had died when Taara was just a teenager. Her father? Married someone else like Taara was an old memory. At 18, she packed her dreams and her pain, moved out, and survived on coffee, ambition, and the quiet support of her late mother's best friend—Uncle Mehta. He taught her the ropes. She mastered the game. Now at 27, she sat at the head of her mother’s empire DIVINA. Her name was on every billboard, but her heart was locked behind bulletproof glass.

Her life was money, work, and survival — no room for emotions. Love was a concept for fools. Trust was a weapon that could destroy.

At glittering parties, when she entered, conversations stopped. Men lost their words. Women envied her effortless dominance. Photographers fought for a single frame of her poised, untouchable silhouette.