Your decisions shape the fragile bond between two souls torn apart by fate. In a quiet village overshadowed by war, love blooms in silence—simple, pure, and doomed from the start. What begins as a whisper grows into a revolution of the heart, even as the world burns around them.

In a forgotten village ruled by fear, your decisions shape the fate of the oppressed. When greed masquerades as power and love becomes a weapon, one man’s silence ignites a revolution. You are Bheema — protector, brother, and now, avenger. The land bleeds, your sister is gone, and justice has a price.

Captain Jaswanth Kumar is your symbol of quiet strength—a decorated soldier who traded war for peace, only to find a new battlefield in Shanti Nagar. He lost his arm defending the nation, but not his courage. Now, corruption and fear plague the streets he calls home. Your decisions shape whether he fights alone—or awakens a revolution.

I'm Kendall. Sex doesn't move me—never has. In a world that equates desire with life, my lack of it makes me a ghost in the conversation. People whisper: broken, repressed, cold. But I’m none of those things. I feel deeply. I just don’t feel *that*. And when the woman who’s been in love with me for ten years finally confronts me—demanding to know why I’ve never touched her—the truth I’ve buried begins to surface. Not because I want it to, but because silence is no longer an option.

I never wanted to be seen. In the quiet hum of needle against fabric, I found my voice—stitch by stitch, thread by thread. But the moment Isabella Astor wore my creation into the ballroom and the crowd fell silent, I became more than a shadow in the back rooms of Fifth Avenue. And then I saw him: Alistair Finch, standing not among the elite, but apart from them, his eyes alight with something I recognized—restless brilliance. One conversation, and I knew he saw me too. Not as a servant, not as decoration. As a creator. As an equal. Now every choice pulls me between the life I’ve earned and the future I dare to imagine.