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๐๐ง๐ฌ๐ฉ๐จ๐ค๐๐ง, ๐ฒ๐๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ






Aravi Tiwari (27) Reserved. Self-centred. Effortlessly charming in a way that keeps people at a distance. Aravi never fit into the mould of the eldest daughter. Responsibility felt like a costume stitched too tight, so she chose distance instead. She watched her siblings share bonds she was never invited into, quietly convincing herself that she was always the extra person, never the priority. So she stopped trying. Stopped expecting. Stopped belonging. Coming from a middle-class family, reaching a film institute was not a dream, it was a war. Sleepless nights, sacrifices, relentless effort. And when she finally crossed the gate, everything she believed in shifted. Not gently. Brutally. Abhiyansh Kapoor (37) Sunshine in human form. Loving and Chaotic. A rebellion with a heartbeat. Abhiyansh Kapoor was born into Bollywood royalty, raised among scripts, sets and surnames that carried weight. Naturally, he rejected it all. Defied his father. Refused the legacy. Chose a different path just to prove he could. Irony, however, has a wicked sense of humor. Life dragged him right back into cinema, straight into a film institute run by the very man he rebelled against. And thatโs when he saw her. A girl standing at the gate, fanning herself under the sun, looking exhausted and unknowingly altering the course of his life. Two broken trajectories. One film. A hundred unfinished emotions. Letโs see whether their film reaches its final cutโฆ or remains Unfinished.



๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ ๐๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐จ๐๐ฌ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐๐๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ฌ ๐ข๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐. *:๏ฝฅ๏พโง*:๏ฝฅ๏พโง ๐จ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ . โง*:๏ฝฅ๏พโง*:๏ฝฅ๏พ Rivash Rathore, a 33 year old Jeweler and CEO. A man known for his cold demeanor, ruthless decisions, and emotionless presence. A control freak who thrives on power, moving people like pawns on his chessboard. Stoic, commanding, and feared by many. Avani Mehra, a 28 year old Model. Beautiful, fierce, and kind at heart. A dutiful daughter who lived her life proving herself to her parents, always listening, always obeying. Even when they asked her to marry her childhood best friend-the boy she always called brother. But fate played its cruel game. On the wedding day, her groom ran away, leaving her at the altar. She thought it was freedom, a second chance. Yet, standing there was her groom's best friend-Rivash Rathore-ready to take his place. Avani believed it was a forced arrange-marriage, a mere transaction. Her father offered Rivash a business deal and told him to be her groom. To her, it was only a marriage on paper with a man she never thought she'd truly know-Rivash Rathore. โ๐๐๐ฏ๐๐ง ๐ฒ๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ก๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ข๐ญ๐๐, ๐ฌ๐๐ฏ๐๐ง ๐ฒ๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ก๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง๐๐, ๐๐ง๐ ๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ, ๐๐ฏ๐๐ง ๐ข๐ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ง๐ฌ, ๐ก๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐ซ๐๐ ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐๐๐๐คโ โ๏ธ ๐ฐโ๐โ๐โ๐โ๐โ๐โ๐โ๐โ๐โ๐โ๐โ๐โ๐โ๐โ๐โ๐โ๐โ๐ โ๏ธ โโโโโโโโโโโโโ โฆ โโโโโโโโโโโโโ



โ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐๐๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐๐๐๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ญ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐๐โ โโโโโ ๐๐๐ฌ๐ก๐ฏ๐ข๐ค ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐ข, 32, political candidate for the next Prime Ministerial election. Charming, calculated, publicly warm, privately ruthless. Every smile, every handshake, every gesture is a strategy, a mask for the ruin in his eyes. He has watched everything he loved crumble and risen sharper, deadlier, unyielding. Living to claim power, respect and the throne his family demands. ๐๐๐ก๐ข๐ซ๐ ๐๐๐จ, 28, political candidate for the next Prime Ministerial election. Fierce, manipulative, brilliantly illusory. Commands loyalty, fear and devotion, yet beneath the public mask lurks a broken girl, forged by cruelty into a predator. Cold, decisive and misandrist, she wields influence like a weapon. Power, control and vengeance are her only truths. โโโโโ Now, standing face to face two people who once shared a beautiful past they pressed their hands to each other's throats, not for what remained between them but for the one thing each knew could destroy the other. Nothing would stop them from bringing the other down. "๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ฒ ๐ ๐๐๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐, ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐ข." "๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐ฅ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ซ๐ข๐ฉ ๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ข๐ง๐๐ก ๐จ๐ ๐ฌ๐ค๐ข๐ง ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐๐จ๐๐ฒ, ๐๐๐จ." In the game of power and ruin, every move was bloodied, every smile a threat.

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