They met in seventh grade—an unlikely duo bound by fate and quiet understanding. Kanika, the spirited granddaughter of an old accountant. Anakveer, the silent storm heir to a legacy soaked in power and shadows. To the world, he was cold, unreadable, untouchable. But around her, he was something else entirely. Soft. Submissive. Hers. What Kanika never knew was how far Anakveer’s devotion truly reached. Behind his silence brewed a storm of obsession. He didn’t like people. He didn’t need them. But he needed her. Always did. And when the chaos of his dark world demanded a sacrifice, he chose the only thing that made sense—her. He married her at gunpoint. Not out of love. Out of desperation. To keep her close. To never lose her. In a single moment, the fragile innocence of eleven years shattered. She never saw him as anything but a best friend. He never saw her as anything less. Now she looks at him with hatred in her eyes and a divorce on her lips. But Anakveer doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t beg. Doesn’t bend. “This marriage might have started at gunpoint,” he says, “but it’s real. You’re my legal wife. For eternity. I can give you anything—except a divorce.” Broken, she asks him one last time. “Anakveer… do you want your best friend back, or a wife?” And without a second of hesitation, he chooses wife. And with that… their friendship dies.