Standing on the rooftop of the tallest building in the city, Aryavardan looked at the glowing lights below… but inside his heart, there was only darkness.
Because the girl for whom he had fought against the whole world… had now become his greatest weakness.
Her name was Aanu.
Three years ago, on the first day of college, when Aanu entered the classroom drenched in rain, Aryavardan's heart beat differently for the first time.
He was the arrogant son of a rich father… and Aanu was a simple girl from an ordinary family.
Their worlds were different… but fate brought their paths together.
Slowly, hatred turned into friendship… friendship turned into love… and that love became so famous that the whole city knew their story.
But every love story has an enemy.
In their story, that enemy was Aryavardan's father.
"That girl will never become the daughter-in-law of this house!"
That one decision changed everything.
Aanu started distancing herself from Aryavardan. No calls… no meetings… and one day, she left the city without saying a word.
Aryavardan searched for her like a madman.
Every station… every road… every city.
But Aanu had disappeared like the wind.
Three years later…
The door of a business meeting opened… and a beautiful, confident woman walked in.
Aryavardan's breath stopped.
It was Aanu.
But she was no longer the innocent girl she once was.
Now she was the owner of a big company… and beside her stood a little child holding her finger.
The child asked innocently,
"Mom… who is he?"
Aanu looked at Aryavardan with cold eyes and said,
"No one… just an old stranger."
It felt like someone stabbed Aryavardan's heart.
But when he looked closely at the child's face… the boy had eyes just like his.
In a trembling voice, he asked,
"Aanu… this child…"
Aanu smiled… but her eyes were wet.
"Yes, Aryavardan… he is your son."
At that moment, the whole world stood still.
The love he thought he had lost forever… was standing right in front of him, breathing.
But Aanu's next words hurt even more.
"You have no right to call him yours… because when I needed you the most, you left me alone."
Aryavardan shattered inside.
Now he had to win back love…
But this time, not only Aanu's…
He also had to win the heart of his son.
And the real story was only beginning…
Will broken love ever be whole again?
Aryavardan stood frozen in the meeting room, while Aanu held their son's tiny hand and walked past him as if he meant nothing.
But inside him, storms were rising.
A son… his own blood… living all these years without him.
And Aanu had carried this truth alone.
He ran after her.
"Aanu… wait!"
She stopped, but she didn't turn back.
"What do you want now, Aryavardan?"
His voice cracked.
"Why didn't you tell me? Why did you hide my son from me?"
Aanu slowly turned around. Her eyes were calm… but filled with years of pain.
"Hide?" she laughed bitterly. "The day I came to your house crying, begging for your support… your father insulted me and threw me out."
Aryavardan's face turned pale.
"I never knew…"
"You never tried to know."
Those words hit harder than a slap.
Before Aryavardan could speak again, the little boy stepped forward and held Aanu's dress.
"Mom… why are you crying?"
Aanu quickly wiped her tears and knelt down.
"I'm not crying, Aarush."
Aarush.
Even his name pierced Aryavardan's heart.
He slowly bent down to the child's level.
"Hello… I'm Aryavardan."
The boy blinked innocently.
"Are you the bad man who made Mom cry?"
The room went silent.
Aryavardan felt his chest tighten.
Aanu looked away.
He had built empires, won deals, controlled powerful people… but in front of one child's question, he was helpless.
That night, Aryavardan returned home and confronted his father.
"Did Aanu come here years ago?"
His father remained silent.
"Answer me!"
"Yes," the old man said coldly. "And I sent her away. She was never worthy of our name."
Aryavardan's fists clenched.
"You didn't just send her away… you stole my family from me."
For the first time in years, he walked out of that mansion with no intention of returning.
The next morning, Aanu opened her apartment door… and was shocked.
Aryavardan stood outside with luggage in one hand… and a lunchbox in the other.
"What is this?" she asked angrily.
He looked straight into her eyes.
"A man trying to earn back every moment he lost."
Aanu tried to close the door.
But little Aarush ran behind her and smiled brightly.
"Mom! Lunchbox uncle is here!"
Aryavardan smiled for the first time in years.
But he didn't know… someone from Aanu's past had just returned to the city.
And this man wasn't here for love.
He was here to destroy everything Aryavardan wanted back.
To be continued...