Famously Anonymous ~ My Index

Mumbai. The city of dreams. Shining bright with impressive skyscrapers, glamorous filmstars, glittering malls and fashionable crowd. Standing tall on the shimmering coast of Arabian Sea. Everywhere Sun hits here, this city dazzles. But beneath this warm dazzle, there is another Mumbai. The cold Mumbai. The dark Mumbai. The stronghold of mafia. Where narrow alleys are splattered with gun-powder and blood. Where lives are discarded like tissue papers. Where innocence and honesty are a waste of everyone's time. Where obscene amount of money circulates unaudited. Where star power does not fluctuate every Friday. And since years now, this formidable underworld is under Lala Amarnaath Vaghela's thumb. The powerful mafia kingpin who started his ascent from the slums of Dharavi years back, today he controls most of the Indian subcontinent's illegal dealings and organized crime with an iron fist.

But not without help.

Akash Ranjan Vaghela. Lalaji's grandson and his heir apparent. Apple of his grandfather's eyes, he is calculative, sly and cold-blooded.

Arnav Singh Raizada. Lalaji's indispensable and cunning protege. Ruthless, he is as unapologetic as they come in this business.

Everything is working smoothly in Lalaji's world. Like a well oiled machine. Or is it? Because apart from sharing Lalaji's trust, apparently these two capable young men also share an undisguised hatred for each other. Not above playing dirty in this high stakes arena, both are merely bidding their time to tear one another down. And it won't be long before lives will be pawned, loyalties will be questioned and the line between right and wrong will disappear,

crumbling everything around them like a house of cards. But no matter who emerges the winner out of the two, there is someone who will only lose. A torn heart which refuses to take sides. A girl who dared to love them both.

Stubborn and loyal-to-a-fault Khushi.

Full name Khushi Ranjan Vaghela. Akash Vaghela's beloved pampered baby sister. And the beautiful confusion of Arnav Singh Raizada's life.

Arnav Singh Raizada was a bitter man with a lot of money and same amount of pent up anger towards life. According to him life cheated him of happiness and a normal chance at it. He was always the one laden with responsibilities. Every one out in the world seemed to envy his life, in fact they wanted a life like his, except that he had no life. Wary of personal commitments, his life consisted of just work.

Due to a very unfortunate situation which life yet again threw at him, Khushi entered his life. And with his mistrust in people below his class along with his aversion to husband seeking females in general, he expected her to be the same, attention seeking, gold digging, manipulative, opportunist girl that he was so used to getting off his back.

But he need not worry about that, he realized in some time. Khushi gaurded her heart with a stronger wall around it than Arnav's. Romance or husband was the last thing on her mind. And Arnav Singh Raizada was the last candidate for the same, if the thought ever sprang up in her mind. She was just like sunshine, but without any intention of gracing Arnav's life with her warmth and brightness.

He slowly gathered that she wasn't playing hard to get, in fact she was not playing at all. And with that she intrigued him. One fine day, he found himself wishing that she would play this game of relationships with him. When did his simple interest turned into romantic one, he did not know. The thing he knew though was that she has become the anchor of his sanity, center of his, Adit and Adya's life. And he has to make her HIS. Only his for eternity.

Khushi, a vibrant 21 year old was the sunshine of her bade papa and buaji's existence. Add to it a close set of friends and love for arts and her life was complete. She was beautiful inside out, with her doe-like olive green eyes mature beyond their years. Her life was not perfect but she was not the one to complain for she lived it to the fullest. She made the best out of the situations and believed in moving on. Her smiles and chitter chatter were the life of Raizada Mansion. Everyone loved her dearly.

Everyone, but Arnav Singh Raizada. He arrived in her world claiming his stake on two things that Khushi held very dear to her heart. Her home and her bade papa's love. Sharing was an alien concept to that cynical arrogant man, who was unhappy with pretty much everything around him. And unforunately Khushi became one more reason of his displeasure. Forgetting her own sadness, she tried to be reasonable and friendly towards him but he refused to warm up to her. So like any other intelligent being she decided to pretend that he does not exist and went on with her life.

It worked, but not for long. The people and the ties binding them were very important, very strong, whether they liked it or not. Their lives touched each other's on daily basis. So overtime, living under the same roof, sharing the same family forced them into an understanding, a friendship of the sorts.

But like it happened with other people, Arnav too found his life revolving around Khushi one fine day. She was not someone you can resent for long and he had understood that slowly. They way she saw his pain through the facade of anger broke his resolve to stay away from her. Her heart warming smiles that he had started discreetly capturing in his camera, thawed his frozen heart bit by bit. But his silent admiration and complex nature did not help the matter. To add to his woes, Khushi was obliviously happy in her own world, where Arnav was her friend, just a friend. She sincerely believed in love, but for others not herself. He had always mocked the idea of love, but it was his only salvation now.

Second chances are rare in life but he got one, and thus began his quest to bridge the distances between himself and her, distances created by the society, distances created by the age difference, but most importantly distances created by themselves. To make her his for eternity,only his.