Australia

A convoy of luxury cars came to a halt in front of a magnificent glass building.

THE CROWN GROUP OF INDUSTRIES

The employees standing near the entrance immediately straightened up as a woman stepped out of the middle car.

Dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, she walked confidently toward the elevator. Her cold expression and powerful aura were enough to make people nervous.

She was none other than Samaira Rawat.

In the business world, however, she was known by another name—SR.

No one knew who SR really was.

Whenever the media requested interviews or public appearances, her secretary represented her. As a result, everyone believed that SR was a man who preferred to stay away from the spotlight.

Samaira stepped into her private office and placed her handbag on the desk.

"Ansh, what's my schedule for today?" she asked.

Ansh Sharma, her secretary and most trusted companion, immediately checked his tablet.

He had been with her since the beginning and always supported her. Over the years, he had become more like an elder brother than an employee.

"We have a meeting with the directors regarding the new product launch," Ansh replied. "In the afternoon, there's a discussion about the new factory project. After that—"

Before he could continue, Samaira's phone rang.

A smile instantly appeared on her face when she saw the caller ID.

Bhai Calling

She answered immediately.

"Hello, my little princess."

Samaira rolled her eyes.

"Bhai, I'm not little anymore. I'm turning twenty-eight this year."

A soft chuckle came from the other side.

"You'll always be my little princess."

The caller was Yug Rawat, CEO of Rawat Hotel Empire and Samaira's elder brother.

What Yug didn't know was that his sister was actually the mysterious SR.

As far as he knew, Samaira had been living in Australia for the last five years and working at The Crown Group.

"Did you have breakfast?" Yug asked.

"Yes, Bhai."

"Good. Take care of yourself and don't skip meals."

"Okay."

"And drive safely."

"I'm already at the office."

Yug laughed.

"Fine. Have a good day."

"You too. Love you, Bhai."

"Love you too."

After ending the call, Samaira put her phone away and returned to work.

---

Jaipur, India

A tall man dressed in a black tracksuit was running around a large garden.

Sweat covered his forehead as he completed another lap.

Nearby, another man stood talking on the phone.

The runner finally stopped and sat beside him on a bench.

The man ended his call and turned toward him.

"I don't understand how you do it," he said. "You've already completed ten rounds and still have energy left. I was exhausted after four."

The man was none other than Yug Rawat.

The runner smiled.

"Maybe because you spend more time talking than exercising."

Yug laughed.

"It was my sister."

He leaned back against the bench.

"We talk every morning because of the time difference. Otherwise she'll get busy and won't answer my calls."

The runner raised an eyebrow.

"That attached to her?"

Yug nodded.

"One day I forgot to call her. When I remembered, it was nearly midnight here and four in the morning there."

"Wht happened?"

"I called her and asked why she was still awake."

The memory made him smile.

"She said, 'You didn't call me. How could I sleep?'"

The runner shook his head.

"You really love her."

"Of course I do."

The runner was Shaurya Singh Rajvansh, Yug's best friend.

Although he had heard countless stories about Samaira, he had never actually met her.

All he knew was that she lived in Australia.

"Come on," Yug said, standing up. "We'll be late for the office."

Both men headed toward their cars.

---

As Shaurya's car entered Rajvansh Mansion, a familiar voice called out.

"Shaurya!"

His mother, Swarna Singh Rajvansh, hurried toward him carrying an aarti thali.

Before she could perform the ritual, Shaurya stopped her.

"Mom, you know I've stopped believing in all this."

Swarna's expression saddened.

"It's been six years, Shaurya."

Her voice softened.

"You still haven't forgotten her?"

A shadow crossed his face.

"Forget her?"

He let out a bitter laugh.

"I'll love her until my last breath."

Swarna sighed helplessly.

"She's gone, beta. Please move on."

Shaurya's eyes hardened.

"No."

His voice was firm.

"Only she has the right to be my wife. Even after her death, that place belongs to her."

Without waiting for a response, he walked upstairs.

Inside his room, he took out his phone and opened the gallery.

A girl's photograph appeared on the screen.

A faint smile appeared on his lips.

"You'll always be my one and only love."

After staring at the photo for a long moment, he placed the phone on the table and went to get ready for work.

---

At breakfast, the entire Rajvansh family was gathered around the dining table.

His uncle, Anirudh Singh Rajvansh, his aunt Aparna Singh Rajvansh, his father Veeraj Singh Rajvansh, and his mother Swarna Singh Rajvansh were all present.

Aparna looked up.

"Aryan called. He said he's coming back to India next week permanently."

Swarna smiled.

"That's wonderful. It's been four years since we've seen him."

Shaurya nodded.

"Let me know his flight details. I'll pick him up from the airport myself."

"Alright," Aparna replied.

After breakfast, Shaurya left for the office.

---

Rajvansh Industries

As soon as Shaurya entered his office, he called for his assistant.

Riya entered carrying several files.

"Sir, we still haven't been able to contact SR directly."

Shaurya looked up.

"Why?"

"No one knows who SR really is. Every request goes through Ansh Sharma. He's the one who represents SR at media events and business meetings."

Shaurya thought for a moment.

"Fine. Arrange a meeting with Ansh Sharma and let me know their response."

"Yes, Sir."

Riya left the cabin.

Shaurya returned to work.

---

Australia

"Sam, it's time to go home," Ansh said.

"Give me ten more minutes."

Ansh nodded.

"By the way, Rajvansh Industries contacted us. They want a meeting with SR."

Samaira didn't even look up from her laptop.

"Then schedule a meeting and hear their proposal."

"You'll be attending?"

A small smile appeared on her lips.

"As usual."

"Behind the camera?"

"Exactly."

A short while later, they left for home.

---

As soon as Samaira entered the house, she froze.

Chip packets, chocolate wrappers, and snack boxes were scattered all over the living room.

The place looked like a disaster zone.

"ABHISHEK SINGH RAWAT!"

"ARYAN SINGH RAJVANSH!"

The two men instantly jumped from the couch.

"Oh no," Abhishek whispered.

"She's home early," Aryan muttered.

In panic, both of them hid behind the couch.

Samaira folded her arms.

"I know you're there."

Slowly, she walked toward them.

A moment later, she grabbed Abhishek by the ear and pulled him out.

"Ouch! Di!"

"If both of you are done turning my house into a garbage dump, clean it."

She pointed around the room.

"I'm taking a shower. By the time I come back, I want everything spotless."

"Yes, Di."

As soon as she left, the two began cleaning.

Aryan glanced at Abhishek.

"Are you going to tell her?"

"We have to."

"How do you think she'll react?"

Abhishek sighed.

"I honestly don't know."

That evening, all three sat together for dinner.

Abhishek nervously cleared his throat.

"Di... we need to tell you something."

Samaira looked up.

"Go ahead."

Aryan exchanged a glance with Abhishek before speaking.

"We're going back to India".

Samaira paused for a moment

"Okay"

Both of them are in stock. Aryan repeated

"Okay"

Samaira shrugged

"Wht else am I supposed to say?"

No one know how to continue this.

India is the place there her life changed about which she don't even know.

To be Continued ....