Her Choice

Prologue

Ever since Sai Joshi and Virat Chavan—a doctor and an ACP—died in a tragic plane crash, their daughter Savi has carried the weight of their absence like a sentence she never chose.

Not grief alone.

Not loss alone.

But blame.

“Your mother ruined this house. We don’t need one more burden. You will marry, and that will be your life’s purpose.”

These were her grandmother’s words—repeated so often that they became rules instead of opinions.

From childhood, Savi learned that no achievement of hers was ever complete.

Every prize, every rank, every dream was dismissed with the same certainty:

You will go away anyway.

While money, hope, and faith were poured into her brother’s education, Savi was taught obedience instead.

He never questioned it.

For him, elders were always right—even when they were cruel.

But Savi never believed that silence was destiny.

So when the moment came—when her future was about to be decided for her—she chose rebellion over resignation.

The night before a prospective groom’s family was meant to arrive, Savi ran.

Nagpur became her refuge.

And the beginning of everything she couldn’t foresee.

Because escaping home was only the first battle.

Her life took an unexpected turn when she crossed paths with three men, each entering her world through different circumstances, each leaving behind a different kind of chaos.

If surviving alone and managing her finances wasn’t difficult enough, these three presences began surrounding her days and haunting her thoughts—uninvited, unavoidable.

With time, as meetings turned frequent and emotions grew complicated, Savi realized something frightening.

Running away had been easier than figuring out where she now belonged.
Or who she was becoming.

The dream of becoming an IAS officer is everything, she tells herself.

Let’s hope it remains enough.