Roshni Khan, the enigmatic CEO of Inje Company, stood tall at 28, her beauty and intelligence a potent combination. But beneath her poised exterior lay a secret: she suffered from Hemophilia, a disease that made even the slightest scratch a ticking time bomb. The memories of the fateful car accident eight years ago, which claimed her best friend Jasmine's life, still lingered, a constant reminder of her fragile existence.

Ayan Ob Roy, the suave CEO of L.H Star Company, had a singular focus - to annihilate Inje Company. The two corporations had been sworn enemies since inception, their rivalry fueled by Ayan's unyielding ambition.

Rayan, a mutual friend and Chairman of Rayan Group of Industries, hosted a grand party, inviting both Roshni and Ayan. The evening unfolded like a perfectly choreographed dance, with Ayan arriving in a sleek black suit, turning heads with his chiseled features. Roshni, resplendent in a crimson frock, her lips painted red, commanded attention as she congratulated Rayan.

As dinner commenced, Roshni's phone rang, and she excused herself. In the chaos, a servant collided with her, shattering glasses. Ayan rushed to her side as she fell, catching her before she hit the ground. Unconscious, Roshni was whisked away to the hospital, where the doctor's diagnosis brought relief - no scratches, just exhaustion.

As Roshni awakened, Harleen's concerned face greeted her. "Who brought me here?" Roshni asked, her mind foggy. Harleen's response only deepened the mystery. The doctor's words, "just tiredness," reassured Roshni that her secret remained safe.

Upon her discharge, Roshni returned home, unaware of Ayan's true intentions. He had discovered her identity as Inje Company's CEO and concocted a plan to feign love, manipulating her into surrendering the company's shares. The stage was set for a high-stakes game of deception, with Roshni's heart and empire hanging precariously in the balance.

Ayan's curiosity about Roshni had been piqued, and he asked his friend to uncover more about her. His friend returned with intriguing information - Roshni was an avid horseback rider, visiting the stables every Sunday at precisely 6:30 pm, with a penchant for riding unique and exotic horses.

Determined to catch her eye, Ayan arrived at the stables on Sunday at 6:25 pm, leading a magnificent and rare horse. As the clock struck 6:30, Roshni Khan walked in, her gaze locking onto Ayan's horse. She was immediately drawn to its majestic appearance and approached Ayan.

"Is this horse yours?" Roshni asked, her voice laced with interest. Ayan nodded, and Roshni's eyes sparkled with desire. "I'll pay any price for it, just give it to me." Ayan's response was firm, "It's not for sale."

Roshni's smile turned persuasive. "You don't know what I like, I always get what I want, one way or another. Name your price." Ayan stood his ground, "No amount of money can change my mind, I've already decided not to sell."

Undeterred, Roshni proposed a challenge. "Let's race each other at our respective homes, the winner takes the horse. Are you afraid of losing?" Ayan's confidence was unwavering. "I'm not afraid of you, and this horse is already mine, so the race means nothing."

Ayan countered with a proposal of his own. "If I lose, the horse is yours, but if you lose, you must do as I say." Roshni's silence was palpable, and Ayan sensed a glimmer of doubt. "What's wrong? Are you afraid of losing?"

Roshni's smile returned, her voice steady. "I'm not afraid, and I agree to your terms. But I will definitely win." Ayan's eyes locked onto hers, a fierce determination burning within. "Let's see who wins, then."

Roshni's anger flared, but Ayan's gentle whisper in her ear soothed her temper. "Don't be angry, it doesn't suit you. You can ride that horse." With that, Ayan departed, leaving Roshni to ponder his chiseled features and charming smile. As she swooned, a realization struck her - she had forgotten to ask his name or number.

Roshni's curiosity about Ayan had reached a fever pitch, and she summoned her assistant to uncover more about the enigmatic stranger. Unbeknownst to her, the assistant was, in fact, Ayan's spy, feeding him every detail. Ayan cleverly instructed the assistant to provide Roshni with false information, weaving a web of deceit.

The assistant returned to Roshni, revealing Ayan's supposed identity: Mahir, a 32-year-old sports car enthusiast residing in room 206 at the Secret Garden Hotel. Roshni's interest was piqued, and she decided to attend the sports car competition on Tuesday, determined to meet Mahir.

As she watched the competition, Mahir emerged victorious, his skills unmatched. Roshni approached him, congratulating him on his win. Mahir's gaze narrowed, suspicious of her sudden interest. "Why are you here?" he asked gruffly.

Roshni's smile was radiant. "To see you, of course. I'm Roshni Khan, and I must say, you're quite the legend on the track." Ayan's eyes sparkled with amusement, intrigued by Roshni's boldness. "I'd love to take you to lunch, if you're free," she suggested.

As they sat down for lunch, their conversation flowed effortlessly. However, fate had other plans. Roshni's phone rang, and she excused herself to answer it. Harleen's frantic voice was on the other end, detailing a car accident involving Roshni's vehicle. Ayan, too, received a call from his friend, sharing a similar tale of a car accident.

Ayan and Roshni exchanged a knowing glance, both thinking they had remembered something vital. "I'm afraid I must leave," they said in unison, their lunch date cut short by the mysterious turn of events. As they parted ways, the air was thick with unanswered questions and unspoken connections.

Roshni strode towards Harleen, only to find Ayan standing beside her. "Mahir, what are you doing here?" Roshni asked, her voice laced with surprise. Ayan's eyes narrowed. "This is Vivan, my friend who was involved in a car accident with this girl." He turned to Roshni. "And what brings you here?"

Roshni's expression turned stern. "Harleen is my friend, and she was in an accident with your friend." Vivan snarled, "It was Harleen's fault." Harleen shot back, "No, it was Vivan's mistake." Roshni intervened, "Enough, Vivan. How much damage was done? I'm willing to compensate."

Harleen protested, "Roshni, why should you pay? It's his fault, not mine." Roshni silenced her. "Let me handle this." Ayan stepped in, "There's no need for this." But Vivan insisted, "I need to know."

As they stood by the road, a truck suddenly careened towards Roshni. Ayan's instincts kicked in, and he pulled Roshni into a tight hug, shielding her from harm. Harleen and Vivan gasped, "Why are you two hugging?" Roshni and Ayan separated, and Roshni hurried off, saying, "I have something important to attend to."

Roshni's mother had arranged a blind date for her, which Roshni reluctantly agreed to attend. Ayan discovered that Roshni's date was with Rocky, a spoiled rich kid. He decided to spy on their date at the Far Style Hotel.

As Rocky tried to persuade Roshni to drink wine, she refused, saying, "I don't drink." Rocky's face turned red with anger, and he forced the glass towards her. Roshni stood up, her voice firm. "You don't understand, I've said no. Don't try to talk to me again." She turned to leave, but Rocky hurled a glass at her. Ayan leapt into action, standing in front of Roshni as the glass shattered against his chest, leaving him bleeding.

Roshni's voice trembled as she asked, "Are you alright?" Ayan winced, "I'm fine." Just then, the police arrived, apprehending Rocky. As they led him away, Rocky snarled, "I'll see you, Ayan." Ayan retorted, "First, enjoy your jail cell."

Roshni's concern turned to Ayan's bleeding wound. "We should go to the hospital." Ayan brushed it off, "I'm fine. Why did you agree to this blind date?" Roshni's eyes locked onto his, "I didn't choose to come. My mother wants me to marry soon. But I love you, Ayan. Will you marry me?"

Ayan's shock was palpable, but before he could respond, Roshni's phone rang. Her mother lay unconscious in MedCity Hospital, critical condition. Tears streamed down Roshni's face as she rushed to the hospital, Ayan following closely behind.

In the hospital, Roshni demanded answers from the doctor. "Your mother has cancer, last stage. Two weeks at most." Ayan's eyes widened, absorbing the devastating news.

Roshni's mother called her to her bedside, "Don't cry, nothing's happened to me. Everyone has their time, and mine has come. I want to see you married before I die. Fulfill my wish." Roshni vowed, "Mom, your wish will come true."

Ayan slipped away, meeting Vivaan to reveal the turn of events. Vivaan cautioned, "Remember, it's all an act. Secure 90% of Anje Company's shares, then drop the charade." Ayan smiled, "I have a plan." He called Roshni, "Meet me at Far Style Hotel. I'm ready to marry you."

"Really?" Roshni asked, her voice laced with skepticism.

Ayan's eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint. "But I have one condition," he said, his voice low and husky.

Roshni's curiosity was piqued. "What is it?" she asked, her heart racing with anticipation.

Ayan's smile was enigmatic. "We will do a contract marriage," he said, his words sending a shiver down Roshni's spine.

Roshni's eyes widened in surprise, but she nodded nonetheless. "Ok," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ayan's eyes gleamed with triumph as he handed her the contract papers. But little did Roshni know, Ayan had secretly slipped a sedative into her drink, which made her dizzy and disoriented. As she signed the papers, her hand trembled, and her vision blurred.

Unbeknownst to Roshni, the papers she signed were not a contract marriage agreement but a transfer of shares of the Inje company to Ayan's name. As she slumped forward, unconscious, Ayan's smile grew wider.

When Roshni woke up in the hospital, her mind was foggy, but her determination was unwavering. "We can do the contract marriage now," she said, her voice firm.

Ayan's eyes sparkled with amusement. "But you didn't sign the papers, Roshni. You were unconscious before signing them," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Roshni's face fell, but she quickly regained her composure. "Ok, then sign it now," she said, her voice laced with a hint of desperation.

Ayan's smile was victorious as he handed her the contract papers once more. And this time, Roshni signed them without hesitation, binding herself to Ayan in a contract marriage that would change her life forever.

As Roshni signed the contract papers, a mix of emotions swirled within her. Ayan, with a hint of satisfaction, bid her farewell, leaving her at her doorstep. Vivan, who had been watching from the sidelines, approached Ayan.

"Congratulations, Ayan! You've finally got what you wanted," Vivan said, a hint of sarcasm lacing his voice.

Ayan's expression turned somber. "I don't know, Vivan. Something doesn't feel right. Is all this really necessary?"

Vivan's eyes widened in surprise. "Are you kidding me, Ayan? You've worked tirelessly for this. If you back out now, everything will fall apart. Have you developed feelings for Roshni?"

Ayan's face contorted in disgust. "Impossible! I've done too much acting to let emotions get in the way. This is business, Vivan. Nothing more."

Meanwhile, Roshni shared the news with her friend Harleen. "I'm meeting Ayan today, and we've planned to get married."

Harleen's eyes sparkled with surprise. "You sneaky thing! You never told me about this. Don't you think things are moving too fast?"

Roshni brushed off her concerns. "Nothing will happen. I'll call Ayan to confirm our plans."

As Roshni dialed Ayan's number, the phone rang, but Ayan refused to answer. "I've got what I wanted," he thought to himself. "Why bother with her now?"

Roshni's voice echoed through the phone, "Mahir, why aren't you answering my calls?"