Aarav Singhania

The man who ruled both the boardroom and the underworld. CEO by day, mafia king by blood. A force with no mercy, no apologies. His light brown eyes hold storms sharper than any blade, his jawline cut from stone, his body built to carry you without effort.

Hands and fingers so fine, so lethal, that you'd wish to be destroyed by their touch. His muscles are unyielding, his presence suffocating, his voice venom. Every word he spills is danger itself, yet still—every soul longs to be worshipped by him.

"Mercy is for saints. I was never one. My love and my hate taste the same—like blood on your lips."

Vaagmi Rathore

She was silk woven with steel, born of a royal bloodline and a ruthless heart. The world saw her beauty and faltered; they saw her wrath and fell to their knees. Vaagmi was no man's shadow—she was the storm itself, a queen who devoured thrones instead of sitting on them.

Her eyes were midnight fires, her smile a blade sharper than any dagger. To some, she was poison; to others, a goddess. But to Aarav Singhania, she was everything—his equal, his obsession, his rival, and his ruin.

Where his words spilled venom, hers carved madness. Together, they were a love story written not in ink, but in fire and blood.

"I wasn't born to be loved softly. I was born to be feared, worshipped, and remembered."

Rudra Singhania (Aarav's younger brother)

The law's deadliest weapon. A police officer in uniform, but a predator beneath. Criminals trembled at the mere sound of his name, knowing that if Rudra caught them, there would be no courtroom, no second chance — only judgment. He believed in justice, but not the fragile kind written in books; his justice was swift, merciless, and absolute.

Calm on the surface, deadly underneath, Rudra carried himself with humility, but his eyes were enough to break the bravest. He punished where the law failed, killed where the courts hesitated, and became the nightmare of every man who thought himself untouchable.

To the world, he was a hero in uniform. To the guilty, he was death dressed in khaki.

"The law saves many. I save the law from weakness."

Aria Kapoor (Vaagmi's bestfriend)

The voice that ruled stages, the face that lit up screens. Aria Kapoor wasn't just a singer; she was an idol, an artist who turned pain into poetry and love into melodies that the world worshipped. With millions watching her every move, she carried fame like a crown — graceful, untouchable, yet undeniably human.

To the world, she was Aria the Superstar.

To Vaagmi, she was simply a best friend — the one person who saw beyond the glitter, who knew the girl behind the goddess.

"On stage, I belong to millions. Off stage, I belong only to myself."

Veer Singhania (Aarav's father)

The man empires bowed to. A ruthless businessman and a name that echoed like thunder in the underworld. Veer didn't deal in second chances; his words were law, his silence more terrifying than a hundred guns. Men feared him, rivals cursed him, and the world called him untouchable.

But in front of one woman, he was none of these things. To his wife, he was only a man—one who laid his crown at her feet without hesitation.

"The world bows to me. I bow only to her."

Devika Singhania (Aarav's mother)

The healer in a world of killers. A doctor who believed every life was worth saving, Devika never fit into the empire her husband ruled with iron. Gentle, grounded, and endlessly compassionate, she lived with humility, treating even strangers with the same kindness she gave her family.

Where Veer built power with fear, Devika rebuilt it with love. To her, blood wasn't currency; it was sacred. She couldn't erase Veer's sins, but she became the reason he remembered his humanity. To Aarav, she was proof that even in a world drenched in violence, light could still survive.

"I was born to save lives, not destroy them. And yet, I saved a monster—and he became my forever."

Pratap Rathore (Vaagmi's father)

The underworld called him sin, the shadows called him king. Pratap ruled not with rules, but with fear—every deal sealed in blood, every oath paid for in silence. He was ruthless, unyielding, a man who thrived in chaos and built an empire in the ashes of others. To his enemies, he was damnation.

But to one woman, he was just a man. To his wife, he surrendered the fire in his veins, letting her become the only light he never burned.

"I own the night, I command the shadows—yet she commands me."

Chandrika Rathore (Vaagmi's mother)

The warmth in the coldest empire. Chandrika was no queen of steel, no warrior of blood — she was a chef, a woman whose hands created love on plates, who wrapped her family in flavors, comfort, and quiet care. Where Pratap brought fear, Chandrika brought peace. Where his voice thundered, hers soothed. She was the thread stitching her home together, proof that gentleness could survive even inside a monster's arms.

Vaagmi inherited her mother's warmth but wore her father's fire. From Chandrika, she learned how to love fiercely. From Pratap, she learned how to destroy completely.

"I was not made for empires, yet I became the heart of one."

Raghunath Singhania (Aarav's grandfather)

The man who carried empires on his shoulders — and one woman in his heart forever. Ruthless in business, feared in power, Raghunath was the embodiment of the Singhania name. Yet behind his sharp gaze lived a wound: the loss of his wife. He built his empire with steel hands, but his heart still spoke her name in silence. He taught Veer to rule the world — but he taught Aarav something rarer: that love can survive even death.

"Men like me don't believe in forever. But for her, forever wasn't long enough."

Anjali Singhania (Aarav's grandmother)

A delicate flower in a garden of thorns. Anjali was warmth, kindness, and quiet elegance — a soul too gentle for the world her husband ruled. Her eyes held nothing but love, her voice carried only softness. Cancer took her too soon, but her memory never left the Singhania household. Even in absence, she was present — in the way Raghunath softened at her name, in the way Devika carried her grace forward, and in the way Aarav longed for a love that could survive the fire of his blood.

"Some women aren't born to rule empires. They're born to heal the men who do."

Rajveer Rathore (Vaagmi's grandfather)

A patriarch of iron and legacy. Rajveer built the Rathore name into something unshakable long before Pratap sharpened it into a weapon. Regal in bearing, commanding in presence, he was the man whose silence weighed heavier than words. Even in old age, he carried the aura of a king who never needed a crown.

"Blood is not heritage. Power is."

Meera Rathore (Vaagmi's grandmother)

The matriarch with grace woven into her bones. Meera wasn't ruthless like her husband, nor was she innocent — she was balance. Dignified, calculating, and endlessly poised, she understood both the brutality of her family and the beauty of tradition. To Vaagmi, she was the quiet guide — the one who taught her how to be a queen in a world of wolves.