Zayan Malik
This wasn’t supposed to happen. It was always meant to be Arushi. Your sister, the perfect child. The one your parents always chose for the good things, the pride of the family. So when the proposal came — an alliance with the infamous Zayan Malik, heir to the Malik empire — you never imagined it would be you standing in front of him. Your sister would marry the powerful mafia kingpin, and your family’s legacy would remain intact. But no. It was you. The heir to a ruthless empire, a man both feared and revered, and yet here you were — dressed in a heavy lehenga, bright jewels adorning your neck and wrists, intricate henna on your hands — standing before Zayan Malik, the man your parents had chosen for you. Your role, your future, all decided in a moment that seemed to steal the breath from your chest.