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The garden lay soaked in the soft gold of the setting sun, as if time itself had slowed to breathe. Warm light filtered through the hanging roots of the ancient banyan tree, wrapping the world in a quiet calm. Birds chirped lazily, the breeze whispered secrets and on a weathered wooden bench sat Vihaan and Ruhanika, side by side, surrounded by peace that didn’t quite reach her heart.
Ruhanika sat still, but her soul was restless.
Her fingers tightened around the edge of her shawl, knuckles pale, as worry flickered unmistakably in her sharp eyes. Her gaze drifted far beyond the garden, far beyond the present lost in thoughts that all led back to one name.
Her daughter.
Siya Raichand.
The Tigress and the Crown
Siya Raichand.
A name powerful enough to freeze the blood of rival empires.
At just eighteen, she didn’t inherit the throne of shadows she claimed it. Not by force. By choice.
Her younger brother, Reyansah Raichand, only fifteen, was a mother’s boy at heart. Soft-spoken in private, lethal when it came to family. Cold. Calculating. A true Raichand.
But Siya?
She stood tallest
Sharp. Elegant. Dangerous.
While girls her age worried about crushes and exams, Siya had already completed her college education and was deep into business studies. By the time she turned eighteen, she wasn’t learning leadership she was practicing it. As the COO of her father’s empire, she commanded boardrooms the same way she commanded fear.
Yet behind that razor-edged façade lived a softness untouched by blood and power. A part of her that belonged only to family.
Like her mother, Ruhanika is gentle, protective, and endlessly loving.
She smiled only for a chosen few her parents, her brother, her grandmother. And with Reyansah, she became more than a sister she became a second mother.
Fierce. Protective. Gentle in ways the world would never imagine.
The Night
On her eighteenth birthday, Siya Raichand didn’t host a grand celebration.
No glittering ballroom.
No champagne.
No applause.
Instead
She saved over two hundred trafficked minors from a child smuggling racket.
She bled.
She fought.
She survived.
Amid the chaos, the screams, the blood, one child stood out.
Small. Shivering. Terrified.
Blood-stained tears clung to his cheeks as his lips trembled around a single name.
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