Episode 4 The Day She Stole Hearts

The chaos of a new journey always begins with unexpected drama… and this time, it came with a beast in a business suit.

Isha was running late. Her hair was still damp, her notebook half packed, and her heart was racing faster than her footsteps. She bolted through the grand hall of the mansion, not even realizing that her husband—The Arnav Singh Rathore, aka "The Beast in Black"—was in the middle of a high-stake business meeting with foreign investors.

"Bye everyone!" she chirped with a cheerful wave and that million-watt smile that could melt steel.

Every eye turned.

Every jaw dropped.

Except his.

Arnav Singh Rathore leaned back in his chair, a dangerous smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. His sharp gaze followed her like a hawk, but there was no annoyance—only amusement.

“Isha, eat something before you leave,” Rakhima, the head maid, called out from behind.

“No, Rakhima, I’m already super late and I can’t be even more late on my first day!” she whined like a child caught sneaking cookies.

“Then at least eat this dahi,” Rakhima insisted, scooping it up and holding the spoon out like a ritual offering.

With a dramatic sigh, Isha took a bite. “Happy now?”

Before she could bolt again, the beast spoke up.

“Wait. Take this.” Arnav held out a thick envelope.

Isha blinked. “What’s this?”

“Your pocket money.”

“You already gave me money when we went to the mall—”

“That was for that day. This is for today.”

“Wait… ₹25,000 per day?!” she squeaked, eyes popping out.

“I don’t need that much—”

“You are my wife. You have every right to my property.” His tone was final.

Before she could argue again, he had already called the driver. Warned him in secretly “If anything happens to her,” Arnav’s voice dropped into a deadly whisper, “you won’t live to see the next moment.”

And just like that, he turned back to the meeting. “Let’s continue.”

The entire room sat frozen.

Did Arnav Singh Rathore—the man who never paused for anyone—not just pause his meeting for a girl he met days ago?

One of the maids leaned toward Rakhima and whispered, “I think with this girl’s help… we might actually see the beast become human.”

Rakhima smiled. “Watch her closely. This girl might just be the miracle we were waiting for.”

****

With the driver zooming through Delhi’s morning traffic like a knight with a royal mission, Isha reached her dream college just in time.

The campus looked straight out of a movie—banners, sweets, and happy chaos.

Freshers were being welcomed with warm smiles... and some ragging.

She barely stepped in when boom—she bumped into a girl with short hair and a quirky vibe.

“Oops! Sorry!” the girl apologized.

“No worries! I’m Isha.”

“Tarah. English Department. You?”

“Hindi Department!” Isha beamed.

Instant. Click. Friendship born in 10 seconds flat.

But their bonding was rudely interrupted by a group of seniors who clearly had nothing better to do than play the ‘torture-the-freshers’ game.

Before they could even finish their ‘introduce yourselves’ chant…

A green Hayabusa thundered into the campus.

Helmet off.

Hair flip.

And there he was.

Tall, fair, with just the right amount of messy perfection—Neil Khanna. The kind of man who doesn’t walk… he glides.

He glanced once at Isha. That was all it took.

He walked over, calm but commanding. “Hey. I’m Neil. Your super senior.” His voice was sweet and kind. And he saved them from ragging.

Tarah squealed like she’d just seen Shah Rukh Khan. “Omg! Omg! That was Neil. THE Neil. Don't you know him?!”

Isha blinked. “Um… should I?”

“He’s the heartthrob of the college! The dream boy! Every girl’s fantasy! No girlfriend. No scandals. Just pure perfection. He’s like… fictional!”

While Tarah fangirled, Neil was still staring at Isha like she was a mystery he couldn’t solve.

What no one knew was—Neil Khanna had never looked at any girl that way before.

In that moment, she had unknowingly entered the heart of not just one man... but two.

One ruled the streets.

The other ruled the hearts.

****

Isha finally made it to her classroom.

Everyone was already chatting, laughing, gossiping.

Not wanting to disturb anyone, she quietly took the front bench.

That’s when she felt it—eyes on her.

A boy with baggy pants, messy hair, and an adorably crooked smile moved from the back bench and plopped right next to her.

“Hi, I’m Kiran. And you are?”

“Isha,” she smiled.

They started talking. Instantly.

He was funny. Charming. A little weird. But in the best way.

And by lunchtime, it was clear—Kiran doesn't want any other friends else than Isha

He stuck to her side like a magnet.

And now?

One girl.

Three lives.

The Beast who gave her the world.

The Heartthrob who gave her butterflies.

The Boy-next-bench who gave her laughter.

Who will win her heart?Any guesses?

Stay tuned. The real story is just beginning.

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