The private suite of one of the city’s top hospitals was beeping of monitors and the hum of medical equipment were a stark reminder of the dire situation. Sharv lay unconscious on the bed, his head bandaged, his left arm in a cast, and his pale face a shadow of his usual self. Outside the room, armed guards stood at attention, ensuring no unauthorized entry—Singhania security at its finest. 

When Rajshekhar Singhania sharvs father and Shailly Singhania his mother arrived, their faces were evermasks of worry. Following close behind were Sharv’s friends—Veer  Tamany  and Dhruv—their guilt almost palpable in the tense air. 

Rajshekhar,   approached Sharv’s bed, his jaw clenched and his gaze heavy with both concern and fury. He placed a hand on the bed’s railing and let out a long breath before turning to the three young men behind him. 

“Look at him,”

he said, his voice low but seething with restrained anger.

“This is my son—*my only heir*! Lying here like this because none of you could do your job as his friends. Where were you when he needed you? How could this happen?” 

The three friends lowered their heads, their silence only fueling Rajshekhar’s fury. 

“Speak!”

he barked, his voice echoing in the sterile room.

“Who let him drive alone? What were you doing when he needed you?”

Shailly, stood at the foot of the bed, her eyes welling up with tears. She turned to the friends, her grief quickly turning into scolding rage. 

“How could you be so irresponsible?”

she demanded, her voice shaking.

“You know how reckless he can be! Why would you let him go alone? Were you too busy to think about his safety?” 

Veer, the bravest of the three, took a small step forward, though his voice was hesitant. 

“Aunty, Sharv was drunk he insisted to let him drive alone Even though we stopped him he didn’t want us around. .” 

Shailly exclaimed, her eyes blazing.

“And you thought it was a good idea to leave him alone? Do you call yourselves his friends?” 

Tamany interjected, his voice subdued. 

“We didn’t think it would turn out like this. We thought he’d calm down and call us if he needed anything.” 

“And what did he do instead? End up here!” Shailly snapped, gesturing to the bed. “You should have known better!” 

Rajshekhar raised a hand, silencing her. His gaze remained fixed on the three young men, his tone now ice-cold. 

“Enough. I want answers. Who brought my son here if it wasn’t you three?” 

Before the friends could respond, the door opened, and the doctor entered, holding a clipboard. He exuded calm professionalism as he addressed the anxious parents. 

“Mr. and Mrs. Singhania,”

the doctor began,

“your son is stable for now. The injuries are not life-threatening, but it was a close call. He’s lucky to have received medical attention so quickly.” 

Rajshekhar stepped forward.

“Who brought him here?” he asked, his voice sharp. “If his so-called friends weren’t there, who saved him?” 

The doctor glanced at his notes and then looked back at the family. 

“A young woman brought him in. She found him on the side of the road after the accident. If it weren’t for her quick thinking, things could have been much worse.” 

Shailly blinked in surprise, her anger momentarily replaced by curiosity. 

“A woman?” she repeated. “Who was she? Did she give her name?” 

The doctor shook his head.

“No, she left before we could get her details. She seemed in a hurry but made sure we attended to him right away.” 

For a moment, the room was silent except for the steady beeping of the monitors. Rajshekhar’s expression softened slightly, though his voice retained its commanding edge. 

“Whoever she is, she saved my son. We owe her.” 

Shailly turned back to Sharv, her maternal instincts overriding her anger. She gently touched his hand, her voice breaking. 

“I just want him to wake up. I just want my boy to be okay.” 

Veer, Tamany, and Dhruv exchanged guilty looks but remained silent, unsure of what to say. 

Outside the room, . The Singhania security team coordinated with hospital staff, ensuring no one without clearance approached the suite. Whispers about the mysterious woman

As The first rays of sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting soft shadows on the pristine walls of the hospital room.

Sharv stirred, his eyelids fluttering open. His gaze was unfocused at first, but as he took in the room and the familiar faces surrounding him, a faint smile appeared on his lips. 

“Sharv! Thank God you’re awake!”  shailly spoke her eyes briming with tears .

“How are you feeling, son? Can you hear us?”  rajshekhar asked approaching him

“I’m okay, Dad… just a little sore.” 

“A little sore? Do you even realize the state you’re in? What were you thinking, driving like that?” 

Crossing his arms veer snapped

“You could’ve gotten yourself killed! Do you have any idea how scared we were?”

Tanmay spoke shaking his head

“And don’t even get me started on the lecture we got from your parents!” 

Dhruv said

“They’re right, Sharv. This recklessness of yours is unacceptable. I don’t care what was bothering you; you had no right to endanger your life like this. Do you understand the value of your life—not just to us, but to this family?” 

Rajshekhar retorted his voice mix of concern

Sharv winced at his father’s tone but nodded. 

“I’m sorry, Dad. But it wasn’t their fault.” sharv gestured weakly toward his friends.

“I left without listening them. They didn’t even know where I was going.” 

Rajshekhar glanced at the three young men, his expression softening slightly. 

*

Shailly sighing deeply

A heavy silence followed his words. Shailly’s shoulders slumped as she exhaled shakily, her anger dissolving into something softer. She turned back to Veer, Tamany, and Dhruv, her eyes glistening.

“Your uncle was upset. That’s why he lashed out. You know you’re like our children too, right?” 

Before they could process her words, she pulled all three into a warm embrace, catching them off guard. Veer awkwardly patted her back, Tamany muttered something about not being used to hugs, and Dhruv stood frozen, unsure of how to react. 

When she finally released them, Veer couldn’t help but grin.

“Thanks, aunty. For a moment, we thought we were disowned.” 

“You’re lucky your mom’s here to save us from your dad’s wrath.” 

Tanmay said winking at him

“Yeah, and you owe us for taking all the heat for you.” 

Dhruv said sternly his arms crossed on his torso

Sharv rolled his eyes while speaking

“Thanks for taking one for the team.” 

Shailly turned back to Sharv, her tone curious

“By the way, Sharv, the doctor told us a young woman brought you here. Who was she? We owe her so much for saving your life.” 

Sharv’s smile faded as he became lost in thought. His friends exchanged puzzled glances, but no one interrupted as he seemed to drift away into his memories. 

*the hospital room disappeared, replaced by flashes of the night of the accident. He remembered waking up on the side of the road, his vision blurry and his body heavy with pain. Amid the chaos, there was a calm presence—a young woman crouched beside him, her voice soothing despite his disorientation. 

Her features began to sharpen in his memory: her delicate face framed by dark hair, her soft but determined expression as she urged him to stay awake. But what stood out most were her eyes—**hazel**, with flecks of gold that seemed to glow even in the dim light. 

Sharv murmured without even realising

“Her eyes… they were hazel. I remember her eyes.” 

Shailly asked

“Hazel eyes? Do you know who she was?” 

Sharv shook his head

The room fell silent as everyone absorbed Sharv’s words. His parents exchanged a glance,

Rajshekhar spoke looking at sharv

“Whoever she is, we’ll find her. She deserves our thanks—and more.” 

Veers voice resonate breaking the tension in the area

“Hazel eyes, huh? Sounds like someone left quite an impression.” 

Tamany chimmed

“Don’t tell me our tough Sharv has a soft spot now.” 

Dhruv mocked “Hazel eyes… the damsel who saved the day.” 

Sharv groaned his features back to his old self

“Can you three not? I just woke up!” 

As the laughter and lighthearted teasing continued, Sharv couldn’t help but feel a strange pull toward the memory of those hazel eyes. Whoever she was, she had not only saved his life but left an indelible mark on his soul.

Few days later

The grand living room of the Singhania mansion exuded opulence and power. Rajshekhar Singhania sat at the head of a long mahogany table, surrounded by his closest political allies, their conversations resonating with the weight of ambition and strategy. Shailly Singhania, elegantly dressed in a pastel sari, entered occasionally with refreshments, her soft smile masking the sharp intellect that had made her a vital pillar in Rajshekhar’s life. 

The discussion was in full swing. Rajshekhar’s deep voice cut through the hum of voices.

“We need to finalize our funding strategy for the upcoming elections. The opposition is desperate; they’ll use any means necessary to outspend us.” 

One of the older members

, **Mr. Thakur**, nodded thoughtfully. “We’ll need a solid financial backer this time. Perhaps approach some industrialists or corporate giants? Someone with deep pockets who aligns with our vision.” 

Another member,

**Mr. Mehta**, chimed in, adjusting his spectacles. “I have a few names in mind. If we secure even half of what they could offer, our campaign will have the edge it needs.” 

Rajshekhar leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers. His piercing gaze swept across the room, silencing the murmurs.

“We don’t need to rely on outsiders,”

he said, his tone calm but carrying an undercurrent of authority.

“I already have someone in mind to fund our campaign.” 

The room grew still, the air thick with anticipation. Mr. Thakur raised an eyebrow.

“And who might that be, Rajshekharji?” 

A faint smile tugged at the corner of Rajshekhar’s lips.

“My son. Sharv.” 

There was a collective gasp, quickly followed by murmurs of surprise and admiration.

“Sharv?” Mr. Mehta said, his eyes widening.

“But he’s so young! And—if I may say—gentle. We should not drag him in politics. He hasn't seen our world yet

Are you certain he’s ready for such a responsibility?” 

Rajshekhar’s smile widened slightly, his pride evident.

“Sharv isn’t just my son. He’s Asia’s number one businessman, a man who has built an empire from the ground up. His success is unmatched, and his vision is sharp. He’s more than capable of supporting this campaign.” 

The men exchanged glances, their skepticism replaced by grudging respect. “Remarkable,” Mr. Thakur said, shaking his head in amazement.

“I’ve heard of Sharv’s achievements, but it’s rare to see such brilliance coupled with humility. Your son is a gem, Rajshekharji.” 

Shailly, who had been quietly listening from a distance, couldn’t hide the pride that spread across her face.

“Sharv has always been like that,” she said, her voice tinged with maternal warmth. “Kind, caring, always thinking of others. He wouldn’t hurt a fly.” 

Mr. Mehta chuckled.

“You’ve raised him well, Shaillyji. It’s rare to see someone of his stature remain so grounded. Truly, a testament to the values you’ve instilled in him.” 

The room filled with murmurs of agreement. One of the younger members added,

“It’s not just his business acumen. People speak of Sharv as if he’s some sort of saint—helping employees, donating to charities, treating everyone with respect. A true gentleman.” 

Shailly beamed, her heart swelling with joy. Her son, her pride, being celebrated not just for his success but for his character. She turned to Rajshekhar, her eyes glistening.

“He’s just like you,” she said softly. “Strong, determined, and compassionate.” 

Rajshekhar’s expression didn’t change, but his mind wandered. **Compassionate?** If only she knew. 

As the conversation continued, laughter and praises echoing through the room, a shadow passed across Rajshekhar’s face. Beneath the glowing accolades and affectionate words lay a truth he knew but chose not to reveal. 

Sharv wasn’t the saint they believed him to be. Beneath the polished surface, behind the smiles and calculated charm, was a man even more ruthless than his father. **A monster in human disguise.** 

While Shailly basked in the praise, oblivious to the darkness that lurked in her son’s soul, Rajshekhar’s mind replayed memories of Sharv’s cold precision in dealing with obstacles—whether they were rival companies, political threats, or disloyal allies. Sharv had inherited his father’s cunning but amplified it tenfold, wielding power with a terrifying ease that even Rajshekhar sometimes found unsettling. 

As the meeting progressed, Shailly excused herself to prepare tea. The men resumed their discussions, strategizing and finalizing plans, all while singing praises of Sharv’s virtues. 

Meanwhile, in his private quarters upstairs, Sharv stood by the window, gazing at the sprawling estate below. His reflection in the glass was sharp, almost unrecognizable. **Sweet? Caring? Gentle?** A cruel smirk played on his lips. They had no idea. 

Sharv’s phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, his smirk fading into a steely expression as he answered.

“Yes? Handle it. No loose ends.” 

The call ended, leaving him alone in the silence of his room. His dark charcoal eyes, once praised for their warmth, now burned with cold determination..** 

Downstairs, as Shailly handed out cups of tea and the room buzzed with hopeful energy, none of them noticed the faint sound of footsteps descending the stairs. Sharv entered the living room, his demeanor calm, his smile disarming. 

“Talking about me?”

he asked, his voice light but carrying an edge that sent a shiver through the room. 

“Sharv, my boy!” Rajshekhar said, his voice booming with pride.

“Come, join us. We were just discussing your role in shaping the future.” 

Sharv’s smile widened as he took a seat beside his fat

her.

“Of course. After all,” he said, his tone dripping with charisma,

“the future belongs to those who dare to seize it.” 

The room erupted in applause and admiration, none of them realizing they were applauding a man far more dangerous than they could ever imagine.