Author's pov :-

The hostel corridors of Banasthali Vidyapeeth were still wrapped in the hush of morning. Outside, neem leaves whispered in the breeze, and temple bells rang faintly in the distance.

Inside Room 24, she lay curled beneath her blanket, lost in dreams where gods danced and shadows dissolved. The first rays of sunlight slipped through the window, painting her face in gold.

“Wake up, sleepyhead!” Shivangi’s voice broke the silence, playful yet insistent. She tugged at the blanket, half laughing, half scolding. “You’ll be late for assembly again. And don’t think I’ll cover for you this time.”

She groaned, burying her face deeper into the pillow. “Five more minutes, Shivangi. Just five.”

Shivangi rolled her eyes, hands on her hips ," Radha Krishna ka intezaar kar sakti thi, par principal tumhara intezaar nahi karega. Jaldi utho. Kal bahut special din hai—there's a guest coming .”

Her brows furrowed, still half-asleep. “Guest? kaun?”

Shivangi shrugged, brushing her hair back. “Koi bada naam hai. Teachers to aise behave kar rahe hain jaise raja aa raha ho. Tum jaanti ho na unki aadat. Sunne mai aaya hai ki Italy se aa raha hai koi ”

She sighed, finally sitting up, her hair tumbling over her shoulders like a dark river. To her, it was just another morning, another prayer, another day of faith and routine. She did not know that beyond the gates, shadows were already moving.

Neither of them knew the truth. The guest was Shivangi’s own eldest brother—Shivang. Years ago, he had left for Italy, chasing education and ambition. He had returned not as the boy they remembered, but as something far greater, far darker. The CEO of SR Corporations. The king of shadows. The god-mafia of the underworld.

And today, destiny had arranged for his path to cross Yashvi’s.

In Kailash :-

Mahadev sat in stillness, his eyes closed, his breath merging with the mountain winds. Beside him, Parvati’s gaze was fierce yet tender, her voice carrying the weight of prophecy.

Parvati whispered:

“Do praan dharti par chal rahe hain—ek andhkaar mein gadhit , pata nahi is ladki ka kya hoga krishna ji hi ab kuch kar sakte hai , ek taraf ye ladka hai jo bhakti mein bandha hua hai . Dono prem ko inkaar karte hain, par prem unhe dhoond lega dekh lena aap .”

Mahadev’s voice was calm, like the mountain winds:

“Parvati, kismat hamesha komal nahi hoti. Kabhi woh jalaati hai, kabhi woh tod deti hai aur hame to aisa prateet hota h ki is ladki ka to ab krishna ji bhi bhala nhi kr paayenge . Hamara putra sahi h jaisa bhi h , wo bas dushto ko theek kar raha hai aur ismai ham uske saath hai poori tarah .”

Parvati’s gaze glimmered with certainty:

“Par kismat kabhi - kabhi shifa deti hai. Unka raasta kathin hoga, par unka hoga. Devta pehle hi likh chuke hain , aur aap hamari putri ki burai na kare to behtar hoga , kuch kijiye swami inko milaiye .”

Mahadev open his eyes and turns to Devi Parwati and said with a smile :

"Devi aap chinta mat kijiye aapke ladke ne agar ladki ko dekh liya na ek baar to wo khud apne saare kaam chod dega aur usko hi yaad karega jaise ham aapko karte hai ".

Parwati devi smiled simply .

The peaks of Kailash trembled, as if the universe itself bowed to their words.

In Italy :-

While on the other side of the Italy The sun rose over the cobbled streets of Naples, its golden light spilling across the quiet piazzas. Inside a dimly lit villa, Shivang sat at a long oak table, flanked by his closest allies—Rahul and Aditya. The three of them weren’t just friends; they were bound by blood and business, the kind of loyalty forged in the shadows of the mafia, its marble floors echoing faint footsteps. the morning light slicing through half‑drawn curtains. On either side, Rahul and Aditya lounged like kings of the underworld—calm, dangerous, and loyal.

A man knelt before them, trembling. He was one of Shivang’s own, accused of leaking secrets to rival families. His return from Italy after five years was supposed to be a reunion, but instead, it was betrayal.

Rahul leaned back, smirking. “Shivang, you know, if loyalty were wine, this guy would be serving us vinegar.” Aditya chuckled darkly, tapping his ring against the table. Shivang didn’t smile—his eyes were cold, calculating.

Shivang finally spoke, his tone low but lethal:

“Five years in Italy, and you return only to dishonor us. Do you know what that means here?”

Rahul broke the tension with a joke, leaning toward Shivang:

“Boss, if betrayal were a breakfast, this guy would be serving burnt toast. And you know I hate burnt toast.”

Aditya smirked, but Shivang’s gaze never left the traitor. The silence stretched, heavy with judgment. The morning wasn’t about peace—it was about power, betrayal, and the iron grip of Shivang’s world.

Aditya took out his gun gave it to Shivang and he turn towards the man asking him one last time ," Whom did you gave those files ? who is behind you ?"

The man was crying and begging ," Sir please have mercy on me , i have a family ."

Rahul asked one last time ," who is behind you ?"

the man said while trembling ," he said...... he was your enemy.......I..don't know his name, pleasee let me go.....please have mercy on me..... my lord ."

Shivang smirked and said ," You should've thought before breaking my trust ."and thudd the gunshot sound echoed in whole room Shivang didn't even flinch ,while Aditya was drinking his wine and

rahul said ," patt se headshot " on which Aditya smriked .

He said to his guards ," throw him to my tigers , they will have a nice meal tonight."

After a while Shivang's manager came ,when shivang asked ," what's the next ?"

Vijay said ,"Sir you have to go back to India . We got an invitation from your Kingdom's university 'Banasthali Vidhyapeeth' for new coming in which your sister Shivangi also got a scholorship and whole family wants you to be present there ,she also said that if you will not be there she will not take care of herself ."

On which both Rahul and Aditya started jumping on the floor like kids happily .

Shivang ignored them shook his head and said in slow but comanding voice ," Prepare the jet , we'll leave this evening itself ."

Both of them turned towards him and made a puppy face hpoing that Shivang will take both of them also.

He finally sigh and sait to Vijay ," if there is any space left in the aeroplane throw both of them inside it ."

Shivang keeps a small photo of Mahadev and Devi Parwati in his coat . He took it out and and thought to himself "please don't let me face any noise and clumsy person especially a girl also save me from my family especially dadi sa and ma sa ."

He put the photo inside the pocket but something felt different in his heart, but he pushed them away and went to finish the leftover work to complete here in Italy.

meanwhile Kanha ji was watching him from afar he thought to himself but mistakenly Radha heard d ," ye tumhara aakhri din h mitra jab tum apne man ki kar paaoge aur soch paaoge kyunki kal se tum meri prem ki leela pr chaloge aur tumhara dimag kal se ek jagah sthir nhi reh paayega " ,and smiled to himself.

Radha ji spoke from a little distance so Kanha ji ki could hear clearly ," Aap jo bhi kr rhe h kariye agar meri beti ko usne thoda sa bhi dukh diya na to mai is ladke ko shanti se jeena nhi dungi aur aapko bhi dhyan rakhna ek baat aur agar meri beti ki aakhon mai mujhe aasoon dikhe dobara uske bachpan jaise to mai devi Parwati ko lekar kahi aur chali jaungi aur yashvi ko shivang ke pass tak nhi jaane dungi fir aapki jo marzi krna milke Mahadev ke sath ."

Kanha ji got a little tensed and reply to her ," Aap chinta mat kijiye radhe hamari putri aur sakhi ne bahut kuch jhela h poori duniya se thak ke ab to aai h wo hamare pass aur ham ye pran lete h ki agar ab kisi aur ne uske kasht diya thoda sa to aap dekhna ham ya krte h uske saath ."

While on the other side of the world in the evening of Naples Shivang was already on the plane flying back to India with all four of them ,Rahul , Aditya and his manager Vijay . His pets oscar the leopard , vyra and viya tigres .