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The mansion was illuminated with hundreds of candles. With lavish chandeliers and antique lamps, the mansion looked sumptuous. The statues and ice sculptures adorned the dull hall. With gold and ivory curtains draped around the great pillars, the mansion looked like an ancient palace. The guests entered gazing around in awe, soon the sounds of laughter and chatter echoed inside the halls. This definitely was the party everybody would be talking about. Waiters dressed in black and white, carried trays of the finely aged wines of all sorts. Men were dressed in their finest suites and women in their most stunning gowns, trying to impress everybody around them. The media were trying to take pictures of various celebrities as security was escorting them out, this was the party of the year and everybody wanted a glimpse of it.

As soon as he stepped in to the splendid party, all eyes were on him. Wealthy, handsome and arrogant described him well. Dressed in black, he looked striking. Men glared at him with envy and women gaped at him with admiration. He was named Maan Singh Khurana, Delhi's most eligible bachelor.

The saying was 'born with a silver spoon in your mouth' but he was born with platinum spoon. He was born to one of the richest families in India. His fore fathers were from a poor family, who went to the city to earn a little money for decent food. With hard-work, sweat and whole lot of time they slowly built the vast empire named Khurana Constructions'.

His grandfather was a virtues man, with a heart of gold. He fell in love with Savitri Devi, his childhood sweetheart who belonged to a wealthy, bureaucratic family. Her father was a great Politian, who resented her after her marriage, as he wished for her to get married to a boy of his choice. However Savitri Devi was women of dignity and self-respect and soon moved on with life. Whilst going to a foreign country for a business meeting, his grandfather died in a plane crash. Savitri Devi was devastated and heart-broken. Many evil onlookers, tried to shatter Khurana Constructions due to jealousy but Savitri Devi wasn't a woman to stand down. She carried on taking care of the family business and gained a lot of respect. She was renowned as one of the world's finest business women. When she found out she was pregnant she had a new reason to live, soon she gave birth to a baby boy.

Savitri looked at her son with motherly affection, he was the apple of her eye, he was her reason to live. She named him Siddharth 'The one to accomplish his goals' Siddharth overtook the business, after he completed his education in Harvard. He expanded the business and took it to new levels. Before long, they were one of the wealthiest families in the

Savitri was devastated, after her husband's death her only reason to live was her son. She sat all night crying at her unfortunate fate. Her heart was completely shattered and the tears wouldn't stop, when suddenly she felt a delicate little hand wipe her tears. She opened her eyes to see both her grandchildren standing in front of her, trying to comfort her. Maan was only six and Anwesha, three. She held her grandchildren in an embrace, she felt their tiny bodies and she never wanted to let them go, afraid she will lose them as well. She took care of them and nurtured them with all her heart. They were everything to her and she made sure nothing ever happened to them. She taught important values such as, respect, honesty and inner-beauty. She taught them right from wrong and made sure they never went chose the wrong path.

Maan grew up to be an angry, stubborn boy. He did what he pleased and his ego and pride sometimes got the better of him. The world was beneath his feet and he made sure everybody remembered that. As he got older he started resenting women, thinking they were deceiving manipulating characters due to a mishap in his personal life, but he loved two women dearly; his grandma and sister. His cold shell was only a mask; inside he was warm and kind. He was affectionate towards his grandmother and sister, they were his only weakness. He took care of them, and loved them more than himself.

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She looked at her reflection on the mirror, but all she could see was an empty space. Tears were whelming up in her eyes but she had to be strong about this. It was her engagement and she wasn't going to cry and ruin her big day. She thought back to the past incidents that occurred during the past month. Was this really happening to her? Yes, it was.

She looked stunning in her dark purple net, strapless sari, embroidered with floral designs. Her hands were adorned with various stone rings and her arms were decorated with fine diamond bangles. She adjusted her make-up but she knew no matter how much she tried she couldn't cover up emotional scars with concealer. However she covered her physical scars pretty well. She quickly put on her dark amethyst necklace to hide the painful mark on her neck, when she heard someone call her, "Geet! Hurry up; it's nearly time for the ceremony" She wiped away her tears and swiftly left the room.

Geet Handa was the name she was given by her parents. She was born into a political family in the outskirts of Delhi, but they soon moved to the capital. Her Darji was an authoritarian man. He was a man whose honour was more significant than his own kin. He would give up life and others life if this means his dignity and respect would uphold. He believed in discipline and rules. He married a girl of his father's choice but after 10 years of marriage, she divorced him because of his cruel and dominating ways. She broke all relations and fled the country, but she left behind her two sons; Gurvinder and Mohinder.

Gurvinder followed his father's foot steps; he too was a dominating man. He was very sexist and thought men were the better gender. He killed his first child, Rajji because she was female. He thought girls were only a burden. When his wife gave birth to a boy, he was overjoyed. He named his son Brijj.

Brijj turned out to be a sweet and caring but over-protective. He loved all his cousins, neighbours and family. Honesty and kindness were his virtues. He studied in Oxford University, London majoring in medics. At the age of 28 he was one of the world's finest cardiologists. Brijj returned to India after hearing about his Grandfather's illness but it was all a ploy to get him married. He first disagreed but as soon as he saw his would-be-fianc, he instantly fell for her. Her dark eyes mesmerized him, and he knew he fell in love. Her name was Parminder Singh, also known as Pammi. She was a loyal friend, an ideal daughter-in-law and a great wife.

Mohinder was completely opposite from his elder brother. He was a gentle and caring man who fought for equal rights. He thought women deserved to be respected and cared for, not killed and abused. He fell in love with his distant cousin Rano as soon as her melodious voice and his father gave consent for their marriage, as she was from an upper class, rich family. When Mohinder found out his wife was expecting a baby girl, he decided to keep it undisclosed as he didn't want his father or brother to harm his daughter. When Rano gave birth to his princess, they named her Geet because of their passion for music, and one day they knew she would be the music of their lives. Not before long their secret was exposed, his sibling and father found out she was a girl. They wanted to get rid of her but Mohinder fell to his feet and begged them not to get rid of his only child. So they agreed, but only on one condition.