Rishq

Prologue

The Singh mansion stood like a palace against Delhi's Orange sky, every corner lit, every wall humming with power and history. Inside, life moved with rhythm—business calls, cricket updates, college chatter, and the laughter of generations.

At the heart of it all were the three Singh brothers. 

(Shall we see what they are doing('－ω－)人 follow me)

"Mr. Mehra, I said no excuses! Deadlines don't shift because of your incompetence!"
Sourav Singh's voice cut like a blade through the conference room. He stood tall, his tailored black suit wrapping his broad shoulders, his jaw tense, his icy glare daring anyone to argue. Alphas bowed their heads in silence around him; no one dared challenge Delhi's most ruthless businessman.

At the edge of the table sat his new secretary—Rahul Dravid. The Omega's pen didn't stop moving as he scribbled notes, his dark eyes calm despite the storm raging beside him. Sourav glanced at him once, irritation flaring at the quiet defiance Rahul carried in his stillness. Most Omegas bent under his authority. Rahul did not. And somehow, that infuriated him more than missed deadlines ever could.

On the opposite side of the city, a stadium roared.
"Mahi! Mahi! Mahi!"

Mahendra Singh walked off the pitch, his cricket bat in hand, the crowd's chants shaking the ground. Cameras flashed, fans screamed, but his face remained unreadable—calm, composed, untouchable. Fame clung to him like a second skin, but he wore it with indifference.

Waiting at the boundary, with a towel and water bottle in hand, was Suresh Raina—Sonu to everyone who mattered. His smile was sunshine, his eyes following Mahi with a tenderness he'd never dare voice. To the world, he was just Mahi's manager. To himself, he was a man hopelessly in love with an Alpha who might never look back. Still, he stood there, patient, loyal—because that's what love made him.

Back at the mansion, music blasted from a car parked at the gates.
"Bro, I swear the professor only hates me because I'm better looking than him!"
Virat Singh laughed, tossing his bag onto his shoulder, his best friend Rohit Sharma trailing beside him. Both Alphas, both careless and wild, they were inseparable—two storms that fit perfectly together.

Rohit rolled his eyes. "Better looking? Please. He just hates that you never do assignments on time."
Virat smirked, slinging an arm around his friend's shoulders. "That's why you're here, na? My lifesaver."

The bond between them was easy, unshaken. But sometimes, when Virat's touch lingered a little longer, when Rohit's eyes held his just a second too much, there was a question neither dared to ask.

Inside the mansion, Dadi poured tea, her bangles clinking as she called her grandsons to sit.
(One day, you three will understand... bigger than business is bond, greater than name is love.)

Her words floated through the hall, past the echoes of clashing parents—Mr. Vivek and Mrs. Aishwarya Singh locked in another cold silence, while Mr. Gaurav and Mrs. Diya Singh laughed gently at their table. Two families, two worlds under the same roof, held together by blood and tradition.

And at the center of it all—three brothers, three Alphas, whose lives were about to collide with love that would change everything.

Because in this house, power was inherited.
But love?
Love had to be fought for.

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