The city of Jaipur, bathed in golden sunlight, was alive with the sounds of bustling markets and honking cars. Amidst the chaos, two fates were about to collide most unexpectedly. Veer Pratap stepped out of his black Mustang, the warm breeze brushing through his slightly tousled hair. His sharp jawline, piercing eyes, and neatly trimmed beard turned heads as he walked down the lively streets. A powerful mafia figure, he was the kind of man who demanded attention without a single word. His father, Ajay Rana Pratap, was a respected and kind-hearted politician - a stark contrast to his son's dark world.

Meanwhile, Meera Malhotra adjusted her glasses, her deep brown eyes scanning the antique shop she had been dying to visit. She had always loved Jaipur, its vibrant colors and rich history. With her middle-class background and a heart full of dreams, she was different from the people Veer usually encountered. Her father, Suraj Malhotra, was a strict and righteous police officer; her mother, Rina Malhotra, a loving housewife; and her brother, Akash Malhotra, a hardworking corporate employee.

Their worlds weren't meant to cross paths. But fate had other plans.

Meera unknowingly stepped onto the bustling street, distracted by the intricate designs of a handcrafted journal. A sudden honk and screeching tyres made her heart leap. Before she could react, strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her back just in time.

She gasped, finding herself pressed against a firm chest, an intoxicating scent of expensive cologne and danger filling her senses.

"Are you always this careless?" a deep, velvety voice rumbled above her.

She looked up, her breath hitching. Piercing dark eyes met hers, filled with something unreadable. Veer Pratap. The name whispered among criminals and law enforcers alike. A man she knew she should stay away from.

"I-I... thank you," she stuttered, her cheeks flushing.

He smirked, releasing her with slow deliberation. "Be careful next time, college girl."