Mumbai
Jannat Villa
As night falls, Mumbai transforms into a dazzling spectacle of lights, an enchanting glow that makes the city truly special. They say Mumbai never sleepsâits streets are always bustling, and the city constantly weaves its magic, trapping people in its mesmerizing web. And while this might be true, it was only for the rich. For the wealthy, this city was paradise, their dreams, desires, and everything they longed for, were all here. The expensive clubs and luxurious hotels glittered at night, offering an unforgettable experience.
In the heart of this massive city was Jannat Villaâa sprawling mansion so magnificent that its sheer beauty could blind you with its elegance. Spread across several acres, the villa was surrounded by lush green gardens, and in the center stood a pristine white marble mansion, a symbol of opulence. The villa was heavily guarded, with armed security posted around the propertyâeach one handpicked and selected for their skills, as Pushkar Shekhawat, the owner of Jannat Villa, was a man of strict principles and high standards.
But who was Pushkar Shekhawat? And what was his connection to Jannat Villa? Why was this villa so important? Let's uncover the story...
Shivay Shekhawat was a prominent businessman in Mumbai, known for his successful diamond business. His jewelry was sold in the homes of the world's wealthiest families. His younger brother, Rudra Shekhawat, was also a highly successful businessman, and it was due to him that Shekhawat Industries had risen to such extraordinary heights. Both brothers led enviable lives, blessed with love, wealth, and family. Their happiness was complemented by their wives.
Mannat Shekhawat, the wife of Shivay Shekhawat, had given him two beautiful sons and had stood by him through thick and thin. Veena Shekhawat, the wife of Rudra Shekhawat, had given him a loving son and daughter, both of whom played vital roles in supporting the family's legacy. But the head of the family, the one who held everything together and was respected by all, was Pushkar Shekhawat. His wife, Jannat Shekhawat, had passed away, and in her memory, he had named the grand mansion Jannat Villa.
Years passed, and after three years of marriage, Veena Shekhawat gave birth to a beautiful son, Ishaan Shekhawat, who began working alongside his father in the business. Three years later, Mannat Shekhawat also gave birth to a son who became the apple of his grandfather's eye. This child, who was adored by everyone in the family, was none other than Rudraksh Shekhawat, the protagonist of our story.
Rudraksh Shekhawat, who, despite being three years younger than his brother Ishaan, played a key role in taking Shekhawat Industries to its position as Asia's top company. Rudraksh was a workaholic, a man who had it allâmoney, power, and influence. For him, money was the ultimate measure of success, and love was just a concept that didn't exist. Over time, he became a spoiled rich brat. His grandfather, Pushkar Shekhawat, had a soft corner for him, and it was this affection that made Rudraksh act recklessly, doing things no one in the family approved of. He had no emotional connectionsâhis world revolved around parties, women, and living life on his own terms.
His younger brother Vireesh, on the other hand, was soft-hearted and kind. He was still in college and remained the family's gentle soul. Then there was Falk, the youngest of them allâIshaan's sister, and Veena's daughter. She was the darling of the family, and though Rudraksh often appeared tough and unapproachable, he was deeply devoted to his family, always willing to go to any lengths to protect them. This bond kept the family's peace intact.
Moonlight Club
"Rudraksh, come on, baby, what are you doing sitting here? Let's go dance! You're always working, how much can you work? The company is all yours, how long will you continue like this?" Ira said with a teasing smile.
Rudraksh slowly lifted his piercing blue eyes, locking them with hers. Women melted at the sight of him. With his sharp features, a storm of emotions in his eyes, and tousled hair, he looked every bit the rebellious playboy he was known as. His slightly scruffy beard made you want to run your fingers through it. His broad chest and strong build exuded masculinity. At that moment, he seemed to be lost in his work, but the world outside couldn't escape the pull of his presence.
His bodyguards stood nearby, watching carefully, but their eyes couldn't compete with the sharp gaze Rudraksh now turned toward Ira. She knew him wellâshe had been his girlfriend for a year and was already thinking about marriage. And today, she had made up her mind. She was going to get him to commit.
"Yes, you're right," Rudraksh said, his voice low and calm. "I do work every day..."
Without another word, he suddenly grabbed Ira, pulling her close, his face burying in her neck. His presence was overwhelming, and as he got closer to her, she could feel her breath hitch in her throat. Ira had wanted this, but when Rudraksh was near, he had this effect of completely consuming her.
She inhaled deeply, trying to steady herself. "Let's go to the room, please... not here," she whispered, her breath shallow.
With a sly smile, Rudraksh leaned back, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Why? I'm not scared of anyone. We'll spend the night right here. You and I... just us," he said, his voice like honey laced with dark promises.
He swiftly laid her down on the sofa, and as he got closer to her, just as the moment was about to heat up, his phone rang.
Ira immediately scowled, irritation flickering across her face. They had not yet crossed the physical line, and she had been hoping this would be the moment when they would finally come together. But the phone call ruined everything.
Her frustration showed as she snapped, "Ugh, your phone! Not now!"
Just as she reached for it, Rudraksh locked eyes with her, his gaze intense, his voice sharp. "Don't cross your limits," he warned, a slight growl in his tone.
He buttoned up his shirt and said, "Who's dead now?" He picked up the phone to see a message from Divit, who quickly spoke.
"Boss, Grandmaster knows you're with someone. He's asking you to come home immediately. I can't handle this anymore."
Rudraksh, clearly irritated, threw the phone onto the floor, his anger mounting. Without saying another word, he stormed out of the club, leaving Ira seething in frustration. She wanted to smash something, to shout at him, but deep down, she knew that if she did, he would walk away for good.
On the other hand, Rudraksh drove through the streets of Mumbai, his driving skills as sharp as his mood. His car raced through the streets, as if he were in a hurry to reach something. It wasn't long before he found himself standing in front of Jannat Villa.
He threw the keys to the guard and stormed inside. In the grand living room, Pushkar Shekhawat sat, his presence as commanding as ever. Shivay Shekhawat and Rudraksh stood with their heads bowed, their eyes lowered in respect. Ishaan and his wife Arina stood on the side, watching quietly.
Rudraksh bowed his head slightly and said, "Dada..."
At the sound of his voice, Shivay glared at him, but it was Pushkar Shekhawat who sent a cold, angry gaze in his direction.
Rudraksh, sensing the tension, quietly said, "Dada..."
And that was when Pushkar Shekhawat lost his temper. "Enough is enough, Rudraksh! What excuse will you come up with today? My love and affection have ruined you. Everyone warned me not to spoil you this much, but I ignored them, and now look at you! You've embarrassed me in front of everyone!"
With a scowl, Pushkar Shekhawat continued, "Shivay, Mannat, tomorrow you both will go to the village. I've already chosen a girl for Rudraksh. Just complete the formalities. The wedding will take place next week."
Rudraksh's eyes widened in shock. "What??? Is Dada out of his mind? Dad, am I a toy? That my marriage can be decided like this?" He threw a flower pot across the room in anger, his frustration boiling over.
Mannat, speaking softly, said, "The decision has already been made. There's no going back now. You will have to accept it. Your grandfather's word is final."
Rudraksh was furious. "This is my life. Who are you to tell me what to do? I won't marry that girl. I will not let her life be ruined by this family." And with that, he walked towards the gym, leaving Mannat feeling helpless.
Veena spoke softly, "Rudraksh is right, Bhabi. They live in the village; they don't know our ways. What if the girl isn't right for him? We know Rudraksh, and we know how stubborn he is. He can never keep her happy."
Mannat sighed and said, "Shivay, Veena is right. I won't let Rudraksh's life be ruined by some villager. Please do something!"
Shivay took a deep breath and said, "The decision is made. Your son chose this path, and now he has to handle it. You should rest. We leave early tomorrow." With that, Shivay walked out.
Why is Rudraksh being forced into this marriage?
Who is the girl Rudraksh is supposed to marry?
Why does Rudraksh refuse to marry her?
To know more, read The devil's sweet sin