She stood at the edge of the balcony,city lights flickering beneath her like stars that had fallen too far. Her phone buzzed again—another message, another name, another blind date arranged by the man who called himself her father.

Surbhi Kesarwani didn’t flinch. She never did.

Her life had no space for romance, and even less for forced expectations. She was a lawyer—sharp, successful, and self-made. Every courtroom knew her name. Every opponent feared it.

But her father? He saw her as nothing more than a bargaining chip for business gain.

And this time, he wanted her married. Not for love—but for profit.

What he didn’t know was that Surbhi wasn’t a pawn. She was ready to play the game on her terms. With a contract. With conditions. With power.

60% of the company. Two years of marriage. No emotions attached.

She didn’t believe in love.

Not anymore.

And certainly not with a stranger.

But fate had other plans. One of them was already watching her from the shadows—waiting for his moment.

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