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THE RAGHUVANSHI MANSION

The Hung mansion stands proudly on the outskirts of the city, its grandeur visible even from afar as it catches the morning sunlight, casting long shadows across the meticulously manicured lawns. The estate is a symphony of power and elegance, where every corner whispers tales of wealth and influence.

The mansion's exterior is a masterpiece of modern luxury, with sleek glass walls reflecting the surrounding landscape and a grand marble entrance that commands respect. Inside, the opulence continues with high ceilings adorned with intricate chandeliers, plush carpets that muffle footsteps, and walls adorned with priceless artworks and family heirlooms.

The mansion sprawls over several acres, with a private pool, tennis court, and a sprawling garden that includes a koi pond and a rose garden. The home theater and gymnasium are state-of-the-art, and the library is a sanctuary of knowledge with rare first edition books.

The master suite is a lavish retreat, complete with a private balcony overlooking the gardens, a Jacuzzi tub in the bathroom, and a walk-in closet larger than most people's bedrooms. The kitchen is a chef's dream, equipped with the finest appliances and a wine cellar that houses rare vintages worth millions.

The mansion also boasts a ballroom for grand galas, a fully equipped boardroom for business meetings, and a underground garage that houses a collection of exotic cars worth more than most people's homes. The security system is top-notch, with retinal scanners and hidden cameras ensuring no unauthorized entry.

At night, the mansion transforms into a gleaming jewel under the moonlit sky, its lights casting warm glows through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The sight might inspire awe or envy, but one thing is clear - the Hung mansion wasn't just built; it was crafted to define power and status of The Raghuvanshi's

The Raghavanshi family is a titan in the world of business, their empire spanning across various industries including finance, technology, real estate, and hospitality. Their wealth is legendary, and their name alone commands respect in boardrooms around the globe.

The Raghavanshi Empire was founded by the late patriarch, Shiv Raghavanshi, who started with a small trading business and grew it into a multinational corporation. His son Manish Raghuvanshi, have since expanded the empire, making it one of the most influential and wealthiest families in the world.

Rajveer Raghuvanshi, the eldest sibling, is a master of duality - a carefully polished public face as Delhi's CM and head of Raghavanshi Industries hides his true nature, a ruthless Mafia Don known only as 'The Black Wolf'.

Rajveer Raghuvanshi's calm demeanor is a carefully cultivated facade, a sharp contrast to the storm that rages beneath. He is a master manipulator, using his silence and composure as weapons. His words are chosen with surgical precision, each one designed to influence or control those around him.

Yuvaan Raghuvanshi, the middle son, is a force of nature - a human killing machine with a temper that matches his brother's sharpness. As COO of Raghavanshi Industries and second-in-command of 'The Black Wolf', he runs Mede Tech companies with ruthless efficiency.

Avyansh Raghuvanshi, the youngest son, is the most volatile of the three brothers. He's 'load-the-gun-and-shoot' type who doesn't bother with drama or words. His temper is explosive and he'll fuck you before you even get a chance to say fuck him.

As the CFO of Raghavanshi Industries, Avyansh handles the family's finances with a cold, calculating precision. But his true passion lies in his clubs and pubs, where he can indulge in his violent nature without restraint. He's known for settling scores with a single bullet, no questions asked.

Together, Rajveer, Yuvaan, and Avyansh form an impenetrable triangle of power and fear. Their combined influence and ruthless methods have made the Raghuvanshi Empire virtually untouchable, with businesses and governments alike bowing to their might.

On the outside, the Raghuvanshi brothers present a picture-perfect family - successful, powerful, and united. But behind closed doors, their relationship is a powder keg waiting to explode. Each brother has his own dark secrets and rivalries simmering beneath the surface.

The Raghuvanshi daughters-in-law are trapped in a gilded cage, bound by marriage to the most feared men in India. Each woman carries the weight of her husband's expectations and the constant threat of their violent world.

Lavanya, with her sweet demeanor and lovely nature, is a stark contrast to the harsh world she married into. Born into a wealthy family, she was always seen as a bad omen after surviving a tragic accident that took her parents' lives on her 18th birthday.

Her own family turned against her, blaming her for the deaths of her parents. They tortured her emotionally and physically, making her life a living hell. But unbeknownst to Lavanya, her father had left her the entire family business before his death. She unknowingly became one of the wealthiest woman in India.but is she really unknown to it?

Jaanvi, with her radiant smile, is a broken soul yearning for love but never finding it. She serves as Yuvaan's secretary, married to him but never truly loved by him or her own large family. Her inside is as broken as her family, never knowing the warmth of genuine affection.

Her smile hides the deep pain she carries within. She has everything a woman could want - wealth, power, family - but nothing she truly desires: love.

Tara is a complex character - fiery and passionate one moment, deeply emotional the next. Unlike other rich kids, she's traditional but with a modern twist. Her father never gave her the attention she craved, leaving her hungry for love and affection. Avyansh married her out of revenge, not love.

Tara's unbalanced nature makes her volatile, a storm waiting to happen. Her traditional upbringing clashes with her modern thinking, creating inner turmoil. She yearns for genuine love, but finds herself married to a man who sees her only as a means to an end. Despite her strength, she remains deeply wounded.

The journey of Lavanya, Jaanvi, and Tara as they navigate their marriages into the Raghuvanshi family is fraught with challenges, but also filled with potential for transformation. Each woman brings unique qualities that could slowly melt the icy hearts of their husbands.

In the sprawling Raghuvanshi mansion, there's a particular wing belonging to Rajveer and Lavanya. Years ago, Rajveer adopted a baby boy named Veer, now four years old. The boy is the spitting image of Rajveer, with his same dark eyes and serious expression.

The bedroom is a masterpiece of elegance and wealth, reflecting the Raghuvanshi family's status and Rajveer's personal taste. The interior is designed with high-class furnishings-an ornate four-poster bed draped in silk curtains, expensive marble flooring polished to a mirror shine.

The walls are adorned with priceless artwork and family heirlooms, while plush Persian rugs add warmth to the pristine space. A grand chandelier hangs from the ceiling, casting a soft glow over the room. The air is filled with the subtle scent of expensive French perfume, a testament to Lavanya's refined taste.

The en-suite bathroom is a symphony of luxury, with gold-plated fixtures and a standalone bathtub that could easily fit two people. The walk-in closet is larger than most apartments, filled with designer clothes and shoes that reflect Rajveer's flawless wardrobe and Lavanya's exquisite collection.

In one corner of the bedroom stands a beautifully carved wooden cradle, now empty but filled with memories of Veer's infancy. Toy cars and action figures are neatly arranged on the shelves-a rare glimpse of warmth and childhood amidst the otherwise formal decor. The room whispers stories of wealth and power,...

In the massive king-sized bed, Rajveer lies on his side, his powerful frame taking up a significant amount of space. Lavanya mirrors his position on the other side, her delicate silhouette contrasting with the coldness of the luxurious bedding. Between them, nestled like a precious gem, is Veer. Lavanya usually Sleeps at the couch but when veer Sleeps with them she sifts to bed

The scene presents a picture of perfection ,a stunningly beautiful wife, a handsome and wealthy husband, and a adorable little boy nestled between them. Yet, the truth lurks beneath the surface like a dark shadow. The marriage is empty, void of the love and affection a family should have.

Rajveer and Lavanya sleep on opposite sides of the bed, their bodies barely touching even when they're lying down together. There are no late-night conversations or morning kisses. Veer is the only warmth in this cold marriage, a innocent child unaware of the emotional void surrounding him. The house is silent,...

In another wing of the mansion, Yuvaan and Jaanvi share a room that mirrors Rajveer and Lavanya's in luxury but lacks any warmth or love. The bed is equally large and cold, with Yuvaan sleeping on one side and Jaanvi rigidly on the other a pillow barrier between them

The air between them is thick with tension and unspoken words. Jaanvi's face is turned away from Yuvaan, her expression twisted in a scowl even in sleep. Yuvaan lies on his back, his arms crossed over his chest as if to ward off any accidental contact with his wife.

Their marriage is a facade, a contract signed for power and wealth rather than love. They barely speak to each other except when necessary in public or during family gatherings. The room bears no signs of intimacy, no shared photos, no matching pillows, nothing that suggests they're anything more than strangers sharing a bed.

Avyansh's bedroom is the only one that carries a different vibe - dark, stern, almost intimidating. Unlike the other rooms, it lacks the polished elegance. Instead, it has a heavy, almost masculine energy. No sweet nothings are whispered here, only cold silences and tension.

Avyansh lies sprawled on the massive bed, his powerful frame dominating the space. His eyes are closed, but his expression is far from peaceful, it's hard and unforgiving. Tara sits on a couch across the room, her back straight and her face devoid of emotion.

Like the other couples, there's no intimacy here. No shared blankets, no soft whispers. Tara sleeps fully clothed on the couch, while Avyansh takes up the entire bed. They might be married, but they're practically strangers. He married her by force.

The family is also twisted as the couple, the family filled with dirty secret

Manisha Raghuvanshi, the matriarch of the family, is a formidable figure. She's sharp-tongued, manipulative, and holds an iron grip over the family dynamics. She's the reason behind many of the toxic relationships within the household, matchmaking marriages for power rather than love.

Her eyes are cold and calculating, always scheming for more wealth and influence. She's the puppet master pulling strings behind every marriage, She's not loved by any member but feared and obeyed.

Manish Raghuvanshi, the patriarch of the family, is a man of insatiable appetites and weak morals. His reputation precedes him, he's known for his endless string of affairs and mistresses. Despite being married for decades, he shows no loyalty or commitment to his wife.

Malika Raghuvanshi is a woman who lets her sharp tongue dictate her behavior. She's completely under her mother-in-law's thumb, echoing Manisha's cruel words and manipulations. She's lost all semblance of her own personality, swallowed by the toxic family dynamics.

Anika Mittal, the bua (aunt) of the family, is a mysterious figure. She's known for her scheming nature and hidden agendas. After her husband's death, she returned to the Raghuvanshi mansion, claiming it as her rightful place.

Aniket Mittal, at 23, is the epitome of spoiled privilege. He's rude to everyone, especially his elders, and has no manners whatsoever. His mother Anika indulges him in everything, making him even more arrogant and disrespectful. He's known for his temper and lack of empathy.

Nitya Mittal, at 22, is like a breath of fresh air in the toxic Raghuvanshi mansion. She's sweet, bubbly, and full of life. Unlike her mother and brother, she's respectful and kind.

The Raghuvanshi family is known for its strict rules, especially towards their daughter-in-laws, Lavanya, Jaanvi, and Tara. Despite the mansion being filled with countless butlers and servants, Manisha ensures that the three sisters-in-law are the only ones responsible for cooking.

"Cooking three meals a day keeps them humble and grounded," Manisha often says. But everyone knows the real reasons, she enjoys watching them slaves under her thumb, constantly finding faults. "Their hands are meant for kitchen work"

The kitchen becomes a battlefield where Lavanya, Jaanvi, and Tara are constantly criticized and punished for the smallest mistakes. Burnt rice means no dinner for them that day. Overcooked vegetables result in Manisha slapping them across the face. The servants watch silently,...

Every morning, at the ungodly hour of 4 am, the harsh jingle of the alarm clock pierces through the thick silence of the mansion. Lavanya, Jaanvi, and Tara groggily wake up, knowing the day ahead will be filled with backbreaking labor and constant criticism.

The kitchen is filled with the aroma of freshly ground spices and the soft murmurs of the three sisters-in-law as they prepare breakfast. Lavanya's navy blue saree contrasts beautifully with her messy bun hairdo, Jaanvi's pink saree flows elegantly with her open hair,...

"...and Tara's lavender saree complements her low ponytail perfectly. Despite their tired eyes and weary faces, they manage to find solace in each other's company, chatting in low voices to avoid attracting unwanted attention."

"Bhabhi, did you remember to add the cardamom in the idlis?" Jaanvi asks softly, stirring the dosa batter. "Yes, yes," Lavanya replies, checking the parathas on the tawa. Tara hums softly as she chops vegetables for sabzi,...

"...their peaceful moment is interrupted by the sound of tiny feet pattering across the kitchen floor. Four-year-old Veer, adopted by the family years ago, dashes in, his chubby arms reaching up towards Lavanya. "Mama!" he squeals, hugging her leg tightly."

Lavanya's face lights up instantly upon seeing Veer's adorable face. She loves this little boy like her own son, having taken care of him since the day he was brought home. "My little prince is awake," she coos, lifting him up into her arms. "Did you sleep well?"

Veer nods eagerly, his arms wrapping around Lavanya's neck as he presses a sloppy kiss on her cheek. "Hungry, Mama," he declares loudly, making the other sisters-in-law smile indulently. Lavanya chuckles and sets him down gently. "Alright, sit here then."

Lavanya places Veer on a small stool near the counter, giving him a piece of fruit to munch on. She ruffles his hair affectionately before turning back to the stove. Jaanvi and Tara exchange warm smiles with each other, knowing how much Lavanya adores the little boy.

"Be careful not to mess up your clothes, little monkey," Lavanya says playfully, checking the food that's almost ready. She glances at him with such maternal love that it's hard to believe she isn't his biological mother. Veer grins up at her with a mouth full of fruit.

As Lavanya serves breakfast, Veer sits quietly on his stool, waiting patiently. When she places a plate of idli and sambar in front of him, he looks up at her with big, expectant eyes. "Mama feed?" he asks hopefully, holding out his tiny hands.

Lavanya Looks at jaanvi and tara " you guy's please handle on dinning table I will come after feeding this little minix" she said pleading

Jaanvi and Tara nod understandingly, exchanging soft smiles. They know how much Lavanya enjoys feeding Veer and taking care of him. "Go ahead, we'll set the table," Jaanvi says softly. Tara nods in agreement, "Take your time, bhabhi." They leave the kitchen,...

Lavanya stands on the floor beside Veer, feeding him bite by bite with great care and affection. She talks to him softly, making silly faces to make him laugh between bites. Veer is in heaven, his eyes crinkling with joy as he eats his breakfast with 'Mama'.

"Open up, baby," Lavanya laughs as Veer closes his mouth tightly, refusing another spoonful. He giggles mischievously, hiding his mouth with tiny hands. She tickles him lightly. "Like this, you won't eat? You know Mama has work too."

Veer throws his head back and laughs heartily. "Mama no work!" He exclaims innocently, making Lavanya smile widely. "You little munchkin," she mutters lovingly, feeding him another spoonful. "You know who's the naughtiest kid in the palace?"

Veer shakes his head vigorously but keeps his mouth open for more food. "Me?" he asks curiously. Lavanya nods. "Yes you! Now eat up so we can join everyone else." She watches him eat happily before wiping his mouth clean with a napkin.

Once Veer is finished, Lavanya picks him up and kisses his chubby cheeks repeatedly. "You little foodie," she coos affectionately. Veer squirms in her arms, giggling uncontrollably. "Mama stop!" He squeals between laughs.

Lavanya carried veer towards the lavish dinning room

As soon as she entered the room everyone gazed at her, Rajveer sitting in the Head of the table, yuvaan on his left side and avyansh on right side with their sotic expressionless face devoid to any emotion, Manisha sits beside yuvaan, Manish on the other side it the head table facing rajveer, rajveer hate his father more then anything same for his grandmother but still respect them, malika sits beside avyansh, and beside her sits Anika with her evil smile, and nitya, aniket still didn't wake up noon is his morning

Manisha throws disapproving looks at lavanya for being late while Anika roll her eyes,

Veer saw rajveer and giggles softly he indicated lavanya that he wants his dada

Lavanya smiles softly as Veer wriggles in her arms, reaching out towards Rajveer with a happy giggle. She walks over to the head table, placing Veer in Rajveer's lap gently. "Dada," Veer coos, snuggling into his father's chest immediately.

Rajveer's stern expression immediately softens as Veer nestles against him. Rajveer kisses Veer's temple tenderly, making Manisha tsk under her breath from across the table. Anika rolls her eyes again, obviously irritated by the public display of affection.

Lavanya then started serving everyone along with jaanvi and tara

As Lavanya moves around the table serving breakfast, she can feel the disapproving stares from Manisha and the cold glances from Anika. Rajveer sits quietly, feeding Veer small bites of food while engaging him in soft whispers. Yuvaan and Avyansh remain expressionless, barely acknowledging anyone.

"So irresponsible," Manisha mutters softly enough for only the women at the table to hear. " chote Ghar ki hai na," Anika adds cruelly. Jaanvi and Tara exchange an uncomfortable look, while Nitya glares at Anika disapprovingly.

Lavanya ignores their comments, focusing on serving the food with a small smile. As she reaches Anika, the latter deliberately knocks her arm, causing the plate to shake. Lavanya manages to steady it just in time, but some food spills onto Anika's plate.

Anika's face contorts with anger. "How careless!" she snaps, wiping the spilled food off her plate with a napkin. "You're always so clumsy, Lavanya. Can't even serve food without making a mess." She glares at Lavanya with hatred shining in her eyes.

Lavanya's smile falters slightly, but she keeps her voice steady. "I'm sorry, bua ji, It was an accident." She quickly cleans up the spilled food before moving on to serve Nitya

As Jaanvi approaches Manish to serve him, she suddenly feels an uncomfortable chill run down her spine. She looks up and sees Manish staring at her waist intently, his eyes filled with an unsettling intensity that makes her skin crawl. He licks his lips slowly as if imagining something inappropriate.

Jaanvi quickly averts her gaze, her face flushing pink from both discomfort and anger. She serves the food as quickly as possible, trying to maintain her composure.

Meanwhile, Manish continues staring at her waist, totally unfazed by the presence of others at the table.

As Jaanvi moves away from Manish, she feels sick to her stomach. She sits back down beside Lavanya, who notices Jaanvi's pale face and clenched fists.

Lavanya leans over and whispers,"Are you okay?" Jaanvi just shakes her head slightly, too upset to speak.

Lavanya and tara share a look, it's nothing new for them to Manish stare at them, but there is nothing they can do, their husband don't trust them neither stand for them,

As the breakfast progress, everyone is done, after everyone left the dinning room, lavanya, jaanvi and tara pop into chair clearly excusted

They both started having breakfast with small chat in low wishper

A servant approach them " jaanvi ma'am yuvaan sir is calling you" he said and left the dinning room

Jaanvi sigh in frustration , lavanya notice that look " jaanvi, iam not interfering but is everything okey?" Lavanya asked in concern

Jaanvi gave her weak smile " aapko ko toh sab pata hai bhabhi, wahi mental torture , chorriye woh sab bathe, hum jate hai " jaanvi said and walk away from dinning room

" Bhabhi aapko pata hai kal raat tin baje jab hum pani pine aye the kitchen main, tab jaanvi bhabhi presentation bana rahi Thi " tara said sipping on her coffee

[ Sister in law , you know last night when I woke up for drink water in kitchen I saw Jaanvi was preparing presentation in living room]

" It's nothing new tara, yuvaan always give her extra work" lavanya said while collecting the palets

" In tino bhai ki problem kya hai , kabhi kabhi lagta hai pura kandhan ko hi khun kar ke bag jai" tara said grinning in her coffee, lavanya chuckle softly

[ What is the problem of this three brothers, sometimes I feel like the mudder the whole family and run away]

Jaanvi quietly enters her and yuvaan's room. She finds him getting ready, his tall figure dwarfing the furniture. He doesn't acknowledge her presence, his cold expression unchanged. Jaanvi silently approaches him, taking the tie from his hands without a word.

Yuvaan's eyes flicker to Jaanvi briefly before returning to his reflection in the mirror. He doesn't stop her as she stands on a stool, her small hands carefully tying his tie with practiced ease. Jaanvi works efficiently, her fingers deftly knotting the fabric.

Jaanvi's fingers work quickly, they've done this so many times. She's perfected the technique to match his exact preferred style - not too wide, not too narrow. She's silent, focusing only on the task at hand. She's used to his silent treatment, his coldness.

As she finishes tying the knot perfectly, Yuvaan's eyes meet hers briefly in the mirror. There's no warmth there, just a flicker of something unreadable. He doesn't thank her, he never does. Jaanvi steps down from the stool quietly.

He sits on the couch and started checking some emails, he didn't look at jaanvi as he talk " Get ready, i don't have whole day" he said his voice cold devoid to any emotion

Jaanvi nods silently, not showing any reaction to his cold tone. She turns away and begins to gather her things, moving with the same quiet efficiency she always does. She knows better than to expect any kindness or acknowledgment from him.

Yuvaan remains seated on the couch, his eyes glued to his laptop screen as he checks emails. He doesn't watch Jaanvi walk to the closet. His cold demeanor makes it clear that he sees her only as a servant - someone to dress him and follow his orders, nothing more.

In the closet, Jaanvi quickly changes into a suitable outfit for the day's duties. She chooses a simple but elegant dress, her movements quick and precise. She knows she has to be ready fast if she wants to avoid any further complaints from Yuvaan.

As Jaanvi emerges from the closet dressed and ready, Yuvaan finally glances up from his laptop. His expression remains indifferent, giving no indication that he even registers her presence or effort. He stands abruptly, grabbing his suit jacket without a word of acknowledgment or instruction beyond his initial command to hurry up.

They both left for the work, the gurds bowed and open the car door for them

The car ride to the office is predictably silent and tense. Yuvaan sits in the back seat, absorbed in work documents, completely ignoring Jaanvi. She sits quietly beside him, her hands folded neatly in her lap. Neither acknowledges the other's presence, despite sharing such close quarters.

In office no one's knows that they both are married, as yuvaan never accept her in public or introduce her , the world still think he is single and jaanvi is his secretary...

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ng but please trust the process

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