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Aira Mehra, the legendary "Ghost General," is a force to be reckoned with—ruthless on the battlefield, feared by enemies, and unwavering in her mission to protect her nation. Raised by two powerful yet non-blood-related brothers after her soldier parents mysteriously disappeared, Aira has built an unbreakable bond with them, shielding them from all harm while secretly searching for their perfect life partners.

Meanwhile, Ravindra Raizada —a cold, calculating business tycoon with ties to the underworld, hiding his own battles beneath his tailored suits. Unfazed by power, Aira sees through his masks, just as he is drawn to the woman who remains unattainable, a ghost no one can control.

Their worlds collide in a dangerous game of strategy, loyalty, and hidden emotions. As enemies lurk in the shadows and their pasts resurface, Aira and Siddharth must navigate a path where love is both their greatest strength and most perilous weakness.

In a story woven with action, power struggles, and slow-burning romance, The Ghost General’s Heart unravels a gripping tale of a woman who commands the battlefield and the man determined to win her guarded heart.

The Ghost General’s Heart

Ravindra Raizada was a man accustomed to power, control, and an unwavering aura of dominance. Nothing ever caught him off guard.

As he stood there, expensive wine dripping from his tailored suit, his sharp gaze met Aira's, only to find himself staring into eyes that held neither apology nor fear—just pure, unshakable confidence.

The crowd stilled, expecting a reaction. Aira, however, merely lifted a brow, arms crossed as if daring him to lash out.

Ravindra's assistant, fidgeting nervously, stepped forward. "Sir, I—"

A slight lift of Ravindra's hand silenced him. Instead of the fury everyone expected, a slow, amused smirk played on his lips.

"Battlefield accidents, you say?" he drawled, loosening his tie, utterly unfazed. "Strange. I thought generals were trained to avoid unnecessary casualties."

Aira tilted her head, a ghost of a smile touching her lips. "And yet, the so-called king couldn't dodge a single glass of wine."

A murmur of suppressed laughter flickered through the room. Few dared to challenge Ravindra Raizada in his own kingdom, but here she was—unapologetic, unimpressed, and entirely indifferent to his status.

His grandmother, seated nearby, watched the exchange with open curiosity. It had been a long time since someone had intrigued her grandson this much.

Before Ravindra could respond, a man stepped forward, clearly trying to diffuse the tension.

"General Mehra, Mr. Raizada, perhaps we should move on to the main event?" It was the host of the evening, nervously glancing between the two titans.

Aira simply gave a small nod before walking past Ravindra without another glance.

He turned slightly, watching her go, his smirk widening. Interesting. Very interesting.

Meanwhile, in the Shadows...

In a dimly lit office across the city, Reyan Malhotra leaned back in his chair, eyes scanning the live surveillance feeds of the gala.

A sigh left his lips as he sipped his coffee. "Looks like the lion has noticed our tigress."

From across the desk, Aryan Shekhawat chuckled, twirling a knife between his fingers. "Poor guy. He has no idea what he's about to get himself into."

Reyan smirked. "Neither does Aira."

Sparks and Shadows