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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

The moment Aira stepped onto the dance floor, the atmosphere shifted. Conversations dimmed, eyes turned, and an unspoken tension crackled between her and Ravindra.

His fingers rested lightly against hers—firm but not forceful, inviting but not overstepping. It was the kind of touch that spoke of experience, of control, of someone used to leading.

Aira, however, was not one to be led.

The music started—a slow, sultry rhythm.

Ravindra took the first step, expecting her to follow.

A sharp turn, a shift in balance—effortless yet undeniable. She wasn't resisting him; she was challenging him.

His eyes darkened with something between intrigue and amusement. "You're playing a dangerous game, General Mehra."

Aira smiled, her movements fluid. "I don't play games, Mr. Raizada. I win them."

The crowd around them murmured, enthralled by the silent battle unfolding on the floor.

Each motion was precise, calculated. Aira's footwork was impeccable—light, swift, unwavering. She didn't just match him; she controlled the rhythm itself.

Ravindra adapted quickly, trying to regain dominance, but Aira remained untouchable—never giving him the upper hand, never allowing herself to be caught off guard.

It was a dance of control. A duel of power disguised as grace.

And then, he did something unexpected.

Aira's breath hitched—not in shock, but in recognition. He wasn't conceding. He was testing her.

She didn't falter. Instead, she moved with flawless precision, spinning on her own before stopping in perfect sync with the final note of the song.

The spell broke, and the world around them rushed back in.

Ravindra chuckled, low and approving. "I underestimated you."

Aira smirked, stepping away. "Everyone does. Just once."

With that, she turned and walked back to her brothers, leaving him standing there—intrigued, challenged, and, for the first time in a long while…outplayed.

Veer whistled under his breath. "Damn, she actually made him work for it."

Vivaan grinned. "Did you expect anything less?"

Veer shook his head. "No. But I bet he's going to come back for more."

Vivaan leaned back, watching as Ravindra's gaze followed Aira. "Oh, he definitely will."

THE UNSEEN DUEL