Anirudh Raghavendra Singhania

Age 30

Anirudh Raghavendra Singhania stood like a shadow forged from nightmares, all 6'5" of medium-muscular lethality rippling under fair skin that gleamed unnaturally pale in the dim Turkish warehouse light. At 30, his body was a weapon—six-pack abs etched like ancient carvings beneath half-unbuttoned black shirts, black eyes voids that swallowed men whole. They called him Deathrider in the underworld's hissing whispers, undisputed mafia lord of the Regency syndicate he'd clawed from Istanbul's gutters by sheer, blood-soaked hard work at just 21.

Psychopath, they spat—torture was his art, slow and intimate, breaking bones while he watched with that flat, unblinking stare.He'd built it all after the car tragedy that stole his sister Tanvi when he was 14. Anirudh walked away unscathed; she didn't.

Guilt exiled him from his Indian hometown to Turkey's embrace, where he studied shadows and stayed, weaving an empire from nothing. Rival to Ironcrown—the Phantom Riddhimaan Singh Ranawat—though good terms masked whatever betrayal simmered beneath (read the first book if you dare). Love? Never his brew. Until her. For her, the Deathrider fractured—voice softening to gravelly pleas, massive hands trembling as they brushed her cheek, black eyes flickering with alien vulnerability.

He'd try, fumbling tenderness like a killer with a flower.His name carried caste fire: Madhva Brahmin rage fused with Vaishya empire-building, courtesy of Raghavendra and Singhania. Father Ekavira Raghavendra Singhania, once supreme head of the Regency, had watched his son claim respect and sweat for the throne—then handed it over. Now Anirudh ruled, a fair-skinned reaper astride his blacked-out bike, sister's locket swinging like a noose, Regency bowing at his feet.

"They scream Deathrider... but your name? I whisper like prayer."

Ishika Aggarwal

Age 23

In Jaipur's amber-hued haze, Ishika Aggarwal stood 5'8" tall, a chubby-curvy vision of quiet defiance wrapped in luminous ivory skin that flushed pink under stress. Twenty-three years young, her brown eyes were soulful whirlpools—deep, molten chocolate swirling with the hunger for love she'd never known, shadowed lashes veiling pain as raven tresses spilled over soft shoulders and voluptuous hips squeezed into faded kurtas.

A plane crash claimed her parents when she was too small to grasp it—no memories, only the scar. Step family became her prison: unloved, burdened, bullied into oblivion. Cleaning tables at dingy restaurants for pennies, half snatched by stepmother and stepsister's claws. Ishika buried the rest in secret crevices, grinding through self-study amid solo agonies—fevers breaking her alone, period cramps curled fetal with no arms to hold.

Trauma was breath: treated as maid, beaten into mute terror, harassment swallowed silent.But she ascended. Heart surgeon in Jaipur's elite wards, her gentle ivory hands stitched lives anew, mending strangers while her own bled. A lifetime of shadows, craving light—until Deathrider's black gaze claimed her.

"No one mended me. Now I mend the monster who craves my scars."

Anirudh

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Ishika

Side characters

The Singhania Family

Ekavira Raghavendra Singhania

56 years old

Anirudh's father

Lavanya Raghavendra Singhania

47 years old

Anirudh 's mother

Tanvi Raghavendra Singhania

At 12 years old deceased in childhood

Yatin Raghavendra Singhania

55 years old

Anirudh 's chacha

Kritika Raghavendra Singhania

39 years old

Anirudh 's chachi

Aakash Raghavendra Singhania

28 years old

Anirudh 's elder cousin brother

Shivendra Raghavendra Singhania

25 years old

Anirudh 's young cousin brother

The Aggarwal family

Aravind Aggarwal

57 years old

Ishika 's biological father deceased in aeroplane crash

Savita Aggarwal

45 years old

Ishika 's biological mother deceased in aeroplane crash

Her step parents

Mukesh Aggarwal

50 years old

Ishika 's step father

Sandhya Aggarwal

41 years old

Ishika 's step mother

Anika Aggarwal

21 years old

Ishika 's step sister

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