"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

"Why are you trying to cook again?" Mitali asked with a arrogant voice. Last time Deep made a mess, she still remembered. 


"Servant took a leave for God knows how long. When I was bachelor, I used to  call Drishti if I needed someone. she would tease me if I call her now." Deep didn't know what to do. Once he didn't stay home at night. He used to be in hotel rooms or clubs with a girl. So he never cared how his house ran.


"I'm feeling I was not worthy of marriage. I don't know any housework. " Mitali was feeling sad. Usually girls handle the house but she never thought to learn all these. 


"Did you want to marry me? Wasn't it I who forced you?" Deep smirked to comfort her. Nowhere it was written household was for girls only. Mitali's smile faded remembering the situation. Not that she regretted marrying him, but the situation wasn't good. Maybe Deep sensed her change of emotions. He hurt said, "No matter. We can just order it."


Mitali's pain