In the heart of Nexarion City 🌆, a metropolis renowned for its breathtaking beauty, stood the majestic Zanthora estate 🏠. This grandeur was home to Raijin and Zaina, a wealthy couple who epitomized elegance and refinement 👫. Their lives were a testament to luxury, with every whim catered to and every desire fulfilled.

As fate would have it, Zaina's pregnancy brought forth twin brothers, each bearing an uncanny resemblance to the other 👶. The twins' arrival was met with immense joy, but little did anyone know that their birth would also usher in a tale of mystery and intrigue 🌑.

As the twins grew, a peculiar marking became apparent on their necks - a black moon 🌝 on one, and a white moon 🌕 on the other. Raijin and Zaina were perplexed by these markings, unable to comprehend their significance 🤔.

To celebrate the twins' arrival, Raijin and Zaina hosted an extravagant party 🎉, attended by the crème de la crème of Nexarion's elite. As the night wore on, Raijin received a call on his phone 📱, which was answered by Mohim, the twin bearing the white moon 🌕. The call brought news of a potential business investment, leaving Raijin overjoyed 🤑.

As time passed, Mohim and Rahim grew into handsome young men 👦. However, their lives took a dramatic turn when Raijin and Zaina began to favor Mohim, showering him with attention and affection 👪. Rahim, feeling neglected and unloved, seethed with resentment 🔥.

The tension between the twins reached a boiling point, culminating in a violent confrontation 🌪️. Mohim, in a fit of rage, attacked Rahim, but their parents intervened, saving Rahim's life 🚑. However, the damage was done, and Rahim was left to face the consequences of his family's actions 🚔.

As the years went by, Mohim and Rahim grew further apart. Mohim, now the favored son, reveled in the attention and adoration of his parents 👑. Rahim, on the other hand, was relegated to the shadows, his existence all but forgotten 🔮.

One fateful day, the tension between the twins erupted into a violent confrontation 🌪️. Mohim, in a fit of rage, attacked Rahim, but their parents intervened, saving Rahim's life 🚑. However, the damage was done, and Rahim was left to face the consequences of his family's actions 🚔.

In the heat of the moment, Mohim accused Rahim of being selfish and manipulative 🤥. Rahim, taken aback by the accusation, protested his innocence 🙅‍♂️. However, Raijin, fueled by anger and frustration, silenced Rahim, ordering him to be quiet 🔇.

The scene ended with Rahim, defeated and humiliated, retreating into the shadows, his heart heavy with sorrow and resentment 😔.

The opulent mansion of Zaina and Raijin stood as a testament to their wealth and status 🏠. However, within its grand walls, a tale of sorrow and heartache unfolded. Rahim, their son, was met with scorn and disdain by his own parents 👪.

"Rahim, be quiet!" Zaina and Raijin exclaimed in unison, their voices dripping with venom 😠. "We had no idea you were so selfish, trying to harm your own brother!" Rahim protested his innocence, but his words fell on deaf ears 🙅‍♂️.

Raijin's anger boiled over, and he grasped Rahim's hand, dragging him to the store room 🚪. "You won't eat today!" he bellowed, slamming the door shut 🔒. Rahim's cries echoed through the room, but his parents turned a blind eye, leaving him to suffer alone 😭.

As the hours passed, Zaina and Raijin rushed Mohim to the hospital 🏥, where he received treatment for his injuries 🏥. Meanwhile, Rahim languished in the store room, his heart heavy with sorrow and his body wracked with hunger 🤕.

The days that followed were a blur of pain and suffering for Rahim 🌫️. His parents' cruelty knew no bounds, and he was forced to endure the humiliation of being treated like a servant 🤴. The once-nurturing environment of his home had transformed into a living nightmare 🌪️.

As the years went by, Rahim's spirit began to break 🌫️. He became withdrawn and isolated, his eyes losing their sparkle and his smile fading into memory 😔. The pain of his childhood continued to haunt him, and he became consumed by a deep-seated anger and resentment 🔥.

One fateful night, Rahim's emotions reached a boiling point 🌪️. He snapped, and in a fit of rage, he attacked his parents, ending their lives in a tragic and brutal manner 💔. The sound of their screams still echoed in his mind, a haunting reminder of the horrors he had unleashed 🎃.

Rahim fled the scene, leaving behind the only life he had ever known 🏃‍♂️. He vanished into the night, his heart heavy with grief and his soul tormented by the demons of his past 👻.

Years later, Rahim reemerged, his name changed to Rahil Singh Rajun 📝. He had transformed into a wealthy and powerful individual, but the scars of his past still lingered 🔪. His eyes, once bright and full of life, had become cold and calculating, a testament to the hardships he had endured 😒.

Rahil's business empire flourished, but his personal life remained shrouded in mystery 🤐. He became notorious for his ruthless tactics and his penchant for violence 🔫. The once-innocent boy had transformed into a serial killer, driven by a hunger for revenge and a thirst for blood 🩸.

As Rahil navigated the dark and treacherous world of crime, he encountered a mysterious woman, her beauty captivating him 🌹. She wore a blue long frock and blue heels, her presence mesmerizing him. For a moment, Rahil's cold exterior cracked.

Rania's eyes fluttered with distress as she apologized profusely, "Sorry... I'm so sorry." Rahil's intense gaze locked onto hers, and he pulled her closer, his voice low and husky, "What's wrong?"

Rania's voice trembled, "Nothing... it's nothing." Before she could elaborate, a group of rough-looking men appeared, their eyes fixed menacingly on Rania. "Hand her over," one of them growled.

Rahil's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in anger. "Do you know them?" he asked Rania, his voice firm but controlled. Rania shook her head, "No, I don't know them."

Rahil's gaze never wavered from the men as he warned, "Back off. She doesn't know you." The men snickered, but one of them took a step closer, his hand reaching for Rania.

Rahil's reflexes kicked in, and he swiftly pulled Rania behind him, his hand grasping the man's wrist and twisting it. The man yelped in pain as Rahil sent him crashing to the ground.

The other men charged, but Rahil was ready. With swift, precise movements, he took them down, one by one. The men fled, abandoning their plans.

Rania stood frozen, her eyes fixed on Rahil's powerful form. He turned to her, his voice softening, "Are you okay?" Rania's gaze drifted into his, and she felt herself getting lost in their depths.

Rahil's voice broke the spell, "Hey, are you alright?" Rania blinked, her voice barely above a whisper, "Y-yes, I'm alright... thanks."

Rahil's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, "I'm Rahil. And you are...?" Rania's voice gained strength, "I'm Rania."

Just then, Danish appeared, his eyes widening in surprise as he took in the scene. "Rahil, what's going on?" Rahil's expression turned enigmatic, "Just a minor misunderstanding. Danish, Let's go.

Danish navigated the winding roads, his eyes fixed on the rearview mirror as he asked, "Who was that girl?"

Rahil's response was curt, "Rania."

Danish's curiosity was piqued. "What did she do? Are you going to kill her too?" He chuckled, "You don't look like a murderer, though."

Rahil's expression turned cold, his voice dripping with menace. "Rahil Singh Rajun doesn't harm the innocent. But those who cross my path... they're a different story."

Danish's eyes narrowed. "What did she do?"

Rahil's gaze drifted into the distance, his voice laced with confusion. "I don't know... there's something about her. The moment I saw her, my mind went blank."

Danish raised an eyebrow. "You're not falling for her, are you?"

Rahil's response was immediate, "Rahil Singh Rajun is incapable of love."

Danish snorted, "You're saying that without even thinking?"

Rahil's gaze snapped back to the road ahead. "Just drive."

Meanwhile, Rania arrived at her humble abode, her heart heavy with the weight of her past. She was a middle-class girl, raised by her father after her mother's passing. Her father's second wife lived separately, never bothering to acknowledge Rania's existence.

Rania's world was shattered when her father passed away, a fact she only discovered two months later through a phone call from her friend Mehwish.

Rania was a sweet, innocent, and naive girl, now live with Mehwish, who was also Rania's childhood friend. The two girls were intertwined in a complex web of friendship and fate. 🌹💕

The grandeur of the marriage hall was awe-inspiring, adorned in black and golden hues that seemed to dance in the light. Danish, resplendent in his black and golden three-piece suit, flashed a charming smile as he handed Rahil a bouquet of flowers 💐. "The decorations are exquisite, don't you think?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Rahil's gaze swept the hall, his expression a mask of calm. "Let's go inside," he said, his deep voice low and smooth.

As they entered the hall, Robin's eyes lit up with delight. "Rahil, you're matching the decorations perfectly!" he exclaimed, chuckling.

Danish grinned, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I think the organizer of this wedding has excellent taste, don't you, Rahil?"

Rahil's expression turned wry. "Let's just say I'm impressed."

Robin's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "You know, the organizer of this wedding is a girl. And she's stunning, if I might add."

Danish's gaze locked onto Rahil's, a sly smile spreading across his face. "I think we've found someone who shares your impeccable taste, Rahil."

Rahil's face turned stoic, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Shut up, Danish."

Danish chuckled, his voice low and teasing. "Come on, Rahil, smile for once."

Rahil's expression softened, and he handed Robin the bouquet of flowers 💐. "Congratulations, my friend."

Robin's face lit up with gratitude. "Thanks, guys. Enjoy the wedding, I'll catch up with you later."

As Robin walked away, Danish turned to Rahil, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I think we're in for an interesting night, my friend." 🍻🎉

As Rahil and Danish made their way to congratulate the bride, Abeera, Rahil suddenly stumbled, colliding with someone behind him. He turned to apologize, and his eyes locked onto Rania's 😍. For a moment, time stood still, and Rahil's gaze refused to budge from hers.

Danish whispered in Rahil's ear, "Isn't that the same girl?" Rania's cheeks flushed as she apologized, "Sorry, I bumped into you again."

Rahil's voice was low and smooth, "What are you doing here?" Rania's smile faltered for a moment before she replied, "I'm the wedding organizer."

Danish's eyes sparkled with curiosity, "So, you're the one?" Rania's brow furrowed, "Who?" Danish grinned mischievously, "Did you come up with the golden and black color scheme?"

Rania nodded, "Yes, why? Is there a problem?" Danish chuckled, "No problem at all. It's just...interesting."

As they conversed, Rahil's gaze remained fixed on Rania, his expression unreadable. Rania excused herself, leaving Danish to whisper to Rahil, "Is this just a coincidence?"

Rahil shrugged, "Of course, it's just a coincidence." But Danish noticed the way Rahil's eyes lingered on Rania, and he raised an eyebrow. "You were staring at her the whole time," he teased.

Rahil's expression turned neutral, "I wasn't staring her." Just then, a loud shout echoed from Robin's room.