"Get up from my bed!" Raunak roared. Drishti flinched with his sudden action. She looked at him questioningly. He forced her to get up and threw her out of the room and kicked with force.

" You filthy gold digger, you wanted to be Mrs sen? Your dreams won't come true." He snorted coldly.

Drishti tightened her jaw to control her screaming. She cried silently. She somehow managed to lean on the closed door with her hands hugging her knees. She wiped her tears and said faintly, " I will never be Mrs sen? Huh! As if I care."

Seriously she doesn't give a damn about being someone's wife. She had her own life, own job, own  world. She doesn't lack of money But she never liked to show off.

Drishti Mitra is an independent girl who loves her self respect and dignity most. She is a simple girl from a middle class Bangali family.She never wanted to be rich but she wanted to be respected. The simplicity inside her is her greatest strength. But simplicity is not something to describe her. If any word can symbolise her, that's secrets. Dark secrets of blood and revenge. 

Raunak Sen is a well known CEO of a top leading company. He is rich, arrogant and ruthless. His first priority has always been his business. He never loves anyone except himself , never cares for anything except business. He is a rich and handsome CEO who loves the power to control. The thing he hate most is liars.  


So a cold CEO and a independent secretive girl. So the CEO treat her like this and she will just accept because she is from a middle class family? No way! Actually she is not someone to mess with.She is Drishti. She herself is her strength. She is a real fighter. A powerful fighter, who is not afraid of using her powers while necessary.


It's a story of love, revenge and family. Clinical psychology and historical events also are a big part of the story.

The Arranged Bride of the CEO

Deep was smoking in the drawing room. He was afraid of losing Mitali. He cancelled the tour of Paris just to give her some space. Though he was pretending to be okay, he was torn between his thoughts. 


Putting the cigarette on ashtray, he closed his eyes. Every time he became vulnerable, he went to those girls to get rid of pressure. Or if he was broken, he called Drishti to coax him and she was a medicine that could cure him only by some scolding. But she now refused to help him, after all it was his private life.


Suddenly the bell rang. His heart skipped a beat. He suddenly started to feel nervous. he wiped his cold sweat and took baby steps to the door. Closing his eyes, he opened the door. 


When he opened his eyes slowly, a charming angelic face came to his vision. His distressed face suddenly found a ray of smile.


Mitali just nodded looking at his not so furnished look. But his messy hair and red eyes made him look more handsome. 


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