🌧️Part 1
Writer: AuthorEliii
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Part 1: The Cold-Hearted Heir
Six feet tall.
Fair skin.
A perfectly built body, sculpted from hours at the gym.
And a face so handsome that any girl would stop breathing for a second just to look twice.
He’s talking on the phone — calm voice, yet commanding.
A moment later, a man named Ahan enters the room.
Ahan: “Sir, we’ve got a meeting soon. We should leave now.”
The tall man — Ibtisham Chowdhury — adjusts his shirt, straightens his collar, and simply says,
Ibtisham: “Let’s go.”
The meeting ends smoothly.
Later, they head to a private club — the kind where the lights are dim, the drinks never end, and secrets are made to be forgotten.
Ibtisham sits back, a glass of whiskey in his hand.
He’s the eldest son of the wealthy Chowdhury family — heir to an empire.
Educated in London.
Runs the family’s overseas business.
And rules his world the way he rules people — with power and silence.
A girl walks up to him.
She starts dancing — slowly, teasingly — a lap dance.
He watches, eyes half-lidded, lips touching the rim of his glass.
Then he lifts her into his arms and heads toward a reserved room.
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Meanwhile, in the Chowdhury Mansion, lights glow with joy.
Today’s a special day — their eldest son is coming home from London after eight long years.
In the mansion live two brothers:
Ishtiaq Chowdhury — the elder, with his wife Mrs. Rehena, and their two sons, Ibtisham and Arian.
The younger brother, Irfan Chowdhury, lives with his wife Mrs. Meera, their daughter Tiyasha, and young son Ruhan.
Arian has recently joined the family business after finishing his studies.
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Across town, in the Khan household, there’s excitement too.
Their daughter Anisha is being seen by a potential groom’s family today.
The whole house buzzes — cooking, decorating, preparing.
And in the middle of all that rush works a girl named Inaya.
This isn’t her home — it’s her uncle’s house.
After a tragic accident took her parents when she was just twelve, she’s lived here ever since.
Her aunt treats her like a servant.
Only her uncle shows her kindness.
Today, her aunt made her cook everything — because Inaya’s hands know magic in the kitchen.
Anisha, meanwhile, is busy dressing up — it’s a big day after all; the Chowdhury family is coming to see her.
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The Chowdhury family arrives — but the proposal isn’t for Ibtisham.
It’s for his younger brother, Arian.
Ibtisham has sworn he’ll never marry.
He’s stubborn, arrogant, and untouchable.
Nobody dares tell him what to do.
So, the elders decided — Arian will marry first.
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At the same time…
Inside a dark club room, smoke fills the air.
Ibtisham lounges on a sofa, cigarette between his lips.
On the bed lies a naked woman, smiling seductively.
She gets up, walks to him, and wraps her arms around his neck.
He exhales smoke, stares at her for a second — then crushes the cigarette in the ashtray and kisses her deeply.
The Girl: “I want you… forever. I think I’ve fallen for you.”
Ibtisham’s eyes harden. He pushes her away roughly.
Ibtisham: “This cold-hearted man can’t love anyone. Never.”
His voice is deep, almost dangerous.
“I only know how to destroy — not love. My world is dark… there’s no room for light.”
But will no light ever reach him?
Will no one ever become that light?
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Back at the Khan house, Anisha walks into the living room — glowing under everyone’s gaze.
The family seems impressed.
She and Arian are sent to a separate room to talk privately.
Meanwhile, Inaya worries.
The clothes on the rooftop… it’s going to rain.
She wants to bring them in, but her aunt had forbidden her from showing up while the guests were here.
Still, she peeks around. Everyone’s busy chatting.
She slips quietly upstairs.
At the same time, Arsh — Arian and Ibtisham’s cousin — gets bored and decides to explore the house.
As he walks down the stairs, he collides straight into Inaya.
For a moment — silence.
Arsh freezes.
A girl stands before him — tall, fair, fragile — with frightened, doe-like eyes.
He forgets to blink.
From downstairs, Mrs. Rehena calls out,
Mrs. Rehena: “Arsh! What are you doing there?”
Then she spots Inaya — standing awkwardly with laundry in her hands.
Mrs. Rehena: “Who’s that girl?”
All eyes turn toward Inaya.
Her uncle steps in quickly.
Uncle: “She’s my sister’s daughter. Her parents died in an accident.”
A hush falls. Everyone feels a pang of sympathy — so young, and already orphaned.
Moments later, Anisha and Arian return.
Their faces say it all — they like each other.
The wedding date is fixed before the Chowdhurys leave.
But Arsh…
He can’t get Inaya’s face out of his mind.
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One day later…
Ibtisham lands in Bangladesh — unexpectedly, earlier than planned.
Ahan: “Sir, we were supposed to come tomorrow. Why now?”
Ibtisham glares at him.
Ibtisham: “Just drive.”
Ahan falls silent — he knows better than to argue.
Ibtisham isn’t just a businessman.
He’s the leader of an underground gang — feared, powerful, merciless.
The real reason for his sudden trip?
Gang business.
After finishing his tasks, he drives alone to his private villa — far from the city, his only place to breathe.
But even there, peace doesn’t come easily.
He craves a woman’s touch — but tonight, that’s not an option.
Meanwhile, his family keeps calling — they’ve heard he’s back and want him home immediately.
Finally, he starts the car.
He’ll drive himself.
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Across town, Inaya is leaving her college friend Ria’s house.
Ria insists she stay the night, but Inaya shakes her head.
Inaya: “Auntie will scold me. I have to go.”
Her aunt already called, ordering her to return — dinner isn’t ready yet.
So Inaya walks alone through the quiet road.
The sky darkens.
Then — rain.
But instead of running for cover, Inaya smiles.
Something about this rain feels beautiful — freeing.
Children appear, laughing and dancing in the downpour.
Inaya joins them, spinning in the rain, hair soaked, laughter bright.
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Down the road, a car slows to a stop.
Ibtisham answers a call — but as his eyes wander outside the windshield, he freezes.
A girl stands in the rain.
Simple clothes, drenched hair clinging to her face.
Her laughter echoes through the night.
For the first time in years… something moves in his chest.
A storm that isn’t anger — but wonder.
He steps out of the car.
Rain soaks his shirt, but he doesn’t care.
He just stands there — staring.
The rain slides down her face, over her long hair, dripping from her lashes.
Every drop feels like it’s painting her in light.
He takes a step forward.
Another.
Their eyes meet.
And Inaya — startled — freezes.
Something in his gaze makes her heart tremble.
Ibtisham keeps walking closer, closer, until—
