Morning starts.
Vihaan is sitting at his table, holding a cup of tea in one hand. His day starts like every other day. Calm, controlled, and disciplined.
He picks up the newspaper kept on the table and slowly opens it.
He turns the pages one by one while sipping his tea.
Everything feels normal.
Until…
His eyes suddenly stop on one paragraph.
For a second he just stares at it.
Then he reads it again.
And his expression completely changes.
His eyes widen in shock.
The headline reads
"Vihaan, the owner of Royal State Company, caught misbehaving with a girl on the road. The girl slapped him when he held her hand."
For a moment Vihaan cannot believe what he is reading.
His grip on the newspaper tightens.
"What the hell…"
He quickly reads the paragraph again.
Every word makes his anger rise.
Somewhere in his mind, he understands what has happened.
Maybe a news reporter was present there yesterday.
Someone must have seen the argument between us.
And now they have turned that small moment into a big news story.
A false story.
A twisted version of reality.
But now…
That news is printed.
And it is everywhere.
Vihaan throws the newspaper on the table in anger.
"This is nonsense!"
He stands up immediately.
His face is full of anger and frustration.
He knows one thing clearly
This news can damage his career and business reputation.
Years of hard work can be affected because of this one misunderstanding.
Without wasting time, he grabs his car keys and leaves for office.
As soon as Vihaan reaches his office building, he realizes the situation is already worse than he thought.
There are reporters standing outside.
Cameras, mics, noise… everything is there.
The moment Vihaan steps out of his car, all the reporters rush toward him.
"Sir! Sir!"
"Please tell us—why did that girl slap you?"
"Who was that girl?"
"Why were you holding her hand?"
"Sir, please answer!"
Questions come from every direction.
Flashes from cameras make the situation even more intense.
Vihaan's expression becomes cold and controlled again, but inside he is burning with anger.
He does not answer anything.
Without stopping, he walks forward.
Security tries to control the reporters.
Vihaan somehow moves through the crowd and enters the building.
He goes straight to his cabin.
The moment he enters, he throws his file on the table in frustration.
"This news has to be stopped," he says in a strict voice.
He calls his assistant immediately.
Within seconds, his assistant enters the cabin.
"Sir?"
Vihaan looks at him seriously.
"I don't care how, but this news should be controlled."
His voice is sharp.
"Talk to the media. Handle it. I don't want this to spread further."
"Okay, sir," the assistant replies quickly.
But even after saying that…
Vihaan is not calm.
Inside him, something else is growing.
Anger.
Frustration.
And slowly… hatred.
In his mind, only one thought keeps repeating—
"This is happening because of that girl."
"Because of her… my name is getting spoiled."
His thoughts become darker.
"I will not leave her."
His voice becomes low but dangerous.
"She will have to face the consequences."
After a few minutes, Vihaan calls his assistant again.
When the assistant enters, Vihaan gives a direct order.
"I want complete details about that girl."
His eyes are serious.
"Everything."
He pauses for a second and continues,
"Her name, her college, her family… everything."
Then he adds,
"I want it within 24 hours."
"Okay, sir," the assistant replies and leaves immediately.
After some time, Vihaan has an important meeting scheduled.
Even after everything that has happened, he still goes to attend it.
The meeting room is filled with businessmen.
Everyone is already present.
Vihaan walks inside with confidence and takes his place.
For a moment everything feels normal again.
He stands up to give his presentation.
But just as he is about to start—
One man from the group suddenly speaks.
"We cannot work with you."
The room becomes silent.
Vihaan looks at him.
"What do you mean?"
The man continues,
"We read today's newspaper."
Another person also nods.
"Yes. This is not the kind of reputation we want to associate with."
Vihaan tries to stay calm.
"This is a misunderstanding," he explains.
"The news is not true."
But no one listens.
They have already made their decision.
One by one, people start refusing.
Within minutes…
The deal is gone.
The contract fails.
Vihaan slowly sits down.
His face shows controlled anger.
But inside, the frustration becomes stronger.
This is not just about insult now.
This is affecting his business directly.
After the meeting ends, Vihaan returns to his cabin.
He sits on his chair and stares at the table.
For a few moments, he stays silent.
Thinking.
Planning.
His mind is not calm anymore.
Suddenly—
"Knock knock…"
A voice comes from outside.
"Sir… may I come in?"
Vihaan looks up.
"Yes."
The assistant enters the cabin.
"Sir, the details you asked for…"
He places a file on the table.
"I have collected everything."
Vihaan looks at the file.
"Okay."
He picks it up slowly and opens it.
Inside, there are full details.
Name — Kanak
Age — 22
College — KGP College
Vihaan turns the pages.
More information is there.
Her address.
Her family details.
Who lives in her house.
What they do.
Everything.
Every small detail about Kanak is now in front of him.
Vihaan closes the file slowly.
His expression becomes serious.
Now he knows exactly who she is.
And where she belongs.
He leans back in his chair.
"This is not over," he says quietly.
Now this is no longer just a misunderstanding.
For Vihaan…
This has become something personal.
And somewhere far from his office…
Kanak still does not know…
That she is slowly getting pulled into something much bigger than she ever imagined.
Now , Vihaan have all this information....