Here's the first chapter of Slave of Love ,I hope you all guys like it and I'll give you some Target for the next chapter but after CH-5 till then no Target! Enjoy reading,see you after the end of chapter.❤️

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                         ✿Author's POV⁠✿

~In MALHOTRA's Mansion

The morning sun casts a hues of yellow and orange shades all above the Malhotra's mansion,the sound of birds chirping echoes in the cold breeze of the mansion,the serene of morning lingering in the air but inside the mansion,A subtle silence filled the dinning area.

The long dinning table was filled with the morning breakfast, Kiran Malhotra in her ever calm and serene look sat quietly.

Kusum Malhotra in her ever bold avataar,sat quietly just opposite of Kiran while flexing her diamond ring and maroon colour silk saree gifted by Rajvir.

Rajvir Malhotra, The king of the Malhotra's mansion sat quietly and peeking through the newspaper.

“ Vijay, tumne driver ko airport kyu nhi bheja..aaj meri behen aane wali hai ” Kusum snapped suddenly, breaking the silence.

(Vijay,why didn't you send driver to airport...today my sister is coming)

Ranvijay ,sitting beside Kiran didn't  even look up

“ Kyuki main aapka assistant nhi hu ” He said, his voice deep and husky

(Because I'm not your assistant)

Kusum's eyes narrowed “ Your tone—”.

Kiran interrupted her “ Kusum, nashte ka samay ho raha hai behas karne ka nhi ” her voice soft but firm.

(Kusum, it's breakfast time not the argue)

“Oh please, Kiran. Aise sukoon ki devi mat bano.ye ghar pehle se hi bata hua hai”.

(Oh please, Kiran. Don’t act like the peacemaker. This house is divided already.)

“Kusum!” Rajvir warned, still not raising his eyes from the paper.

Meanwhile, Aroohi nudged Aayat, who had just dipped her paratha into her tea absentmindedly.

“Stop being a baby,” Aroohi whispered.

“I’m just being creative,” Aayat mumbled with a pout.

Across the table, Sushant chuckled. “I’m copying this in my Insta story—Paratha with Chai: Aayat’s new recipe!”

Aayat glared playfully. “Post it and I’ll replace your shampoo with hair removal cream.”

Sushant gasped. “Savage!”

Despite the tension in the room, the siblings exchanged smiles—a silent reminder that no matter how twisted the adults were, they still had each other.

“Ugh, In baccho ko bilkul tameez nhi hai,” Kusum muttered.

(These kids have no manners)

Aroohi, unable to hold back, spoke up, “No, Kusum aunty. We just grew up watching too much drama in this house to take anything seriously.”

Kiran looked down, hiding her subtle smile. Ranvijay smirked, proud.

Kusum stood up with a dramatic sigh. “One day, you’ll all understand the pain of being unappreciated.”

“You mean the pain of being ignored for your own karma?” Aayat said casually while munching.

“AAYAT!” Rajvir shouted.

But Aayat didn’t flinch. Her truth was sharp—but never disrespectful.

“ Chup chap nashta karo sab ” Rajvir said,his voice loud and strict

(Do your breakfast silently)

Everyone became silent and finished their breakfast, Rajvir went to his office while Kiran went to kitchen.

“ Sushant...jaldi aa late ho raha hai ” Ranvijay shouted in annoyance

(Sushant...come fast it's getting late)

“ Hn,aa raha hu bhaiya...Maa kha lunga main lunch don't worry ” Sushant said to Kiran

(Yes, I am coming brother...Mother I will eat lunch don't worry )

“ Ok,finish kar lena...bye ” She kissed sushant forehead and bid a bye to him

(Ok,finish it...bye)

Sushant was coming towards Ranvijay when kusum stopped him and forward him 100 rupee note.

“ Canteen me kha lena ” Kusum said

(eat in the canteen)

“ Maa ne lunch diya hai, mujhe paiso ki jarurat nhi hai mom aur please for your kind information apne paiso ko mujhse dur hi rakhiye... lunch ke liye paise dene se aap apne mom hone ka farz nhi nibha rahi hai balki apni akad dikha rahi hai ,ab hatiye main late ho raha hu school ke liye ” Sushant snapped off

(Maa has given me lunch, I don't need money mom and please for your kind information keep your money away from me...  By giving money for lunch you are not fulfilling your duty as a mother but rather showing off your attitude,now side please I am getting late for school)

Kusum didn't insisted and went to her room in jerk,while other members of family watched the whole scenario and they felt bad for Sushant.Sushant sat on passenger seat in car while ranvijay sat on driving seat.Ranvijay looked at him and saw his off face.

“ Sush.. don't be sad,We are with you na and maa is also your mother...don't ruin your mood baccha” Ranvijay said in a soft tone

While Sushant just hmm in response and ranvijay started the car.

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Aroohi was getting ready for hospital,when her gaze fell on a beautiful mini statue of Taj Mahal...she took it in her hand ,her eyes welled up with tears something flashed in her mind.

The door clicked sound echoed in the room,aroohi flinched and wiped her tears and turned to face aayat.

“ Y-ye yaha kaise aaya ” She asked her,her voice loud and filled with rage

(H-how it came here?)

Aayat watched her carefully then she wiped her tears with the pallu of her saree.

“ Oo my dear sweet sister,kyu over react karti ho yr..itni sundar chij ko bhi koi fekta hai kya ” She dramatically said

(Why are you over reacting...does anyone throw beautiful thing like this)

“ Don't divert my mind aayat...why you don't understand fictional things don't turned out in reality, please come out of your delusional world ” She snapped

“ Accha baba..sorry, aap mat rakho ye main rakh leti hu aur ab ye rona dhona band karo aur batao kaisi lag rahi hu main? ”

(Ok baba... sorry,You don't keep it, I will keep it and now stop crying and tell me how I am looking?)

She asked while twirling and showing her saree to aroohi.aroohi took a sigh and watched her.

“ Beautiful, gorgeous, Pretty and breathtaking in this pink saree....aaj to bijli giregi aur aashiqo ki barsaat hogi ” Aroohi teased her.

(Beautiful, gorgeous, Pretty and breathtaking in this pink saree....Today lightning will strike and there will be a rain of lovers)

“ Aashiqo ki nhi kaash fictional men ki barsaat ho jaye...khair chhodo thankyou so much for your compliment,ab chalo mujhe book fair ke liye late ho raha hai ” She snapped while holding aroohi's hand

(I wish there should be a rain of fictional men, not of lovers... forget about it, thank you so much for your compliment, now let's go, I am getting late for the book fair)

“ Ok, let's go ” Aroohi said while taking her bag and keys of car.

                           Aayat's Look

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Rishi's POV :

Standing tall at 6'2", with a sharp jawline that could slice through egos, I was used to power folding at my feet. My perfectly tailored three-piece black suit hugged my broad shoulders and lean frame, while the expensive watch on my wrist ticked with authority. The room silenced when I walked in—not out of fear, but reverence.

I wasn’t just Rishi Shekhawat.

I was the man people didn’t say no to.

“Sir, your 11 a.m. with Verma Group is waiting,” Rudra, my assistant, announced.

I nodded, adjusted my cufflinks, and walked in.

The meeting was short—Verma tried to negotiate. I crushed it politely. That’s how business worked in my world. Clean moves, deadly execution, and always with a calm face.

As the meeting wrapped up, I walked out of the conference room.

“Schedule?” I asked, sipping from the glass of chilled water.

Rudra tapped his tablet. “You have a charity dinner invite, but before that… you’re scheduled to visit a book fair.”

I raised an eyebrow. “A book fair?”

“You agreed last week,” he smirked. “Books calm you down, remember?”

I scoffed, but a corner of my lips twitched. “Cancel everything else. I’ll go.”

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The book fair smelled like paper, ink, and imagination. Crowded, colorful, loud. Not my usual scene, but oddly... peaceful. I wandered between stalls, my fingers grazing titles of classic literature and dark thrillers.

A flash of soft pink brushed against me.

I turned—too late.

She crashed into me.

And her lips landed straight onto mine.

For a moment… time paused.

Soft. Warm. Unintentional.

She accidentally kissed me, Fu*k it was my First Kiss!!

Her eyes widened in shock, but she didn’t even look up. She gasped and stepped back instantly, her hand flying to her lips, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. Before I could process, she turned around and ran—disappearing into the crowd like a whisper in the wind.

But I saw her.

Pink saree draped delicately across her frame like a dream.

Open hair cascading down her back.

Strands teasing her glowing face.

Eyes lined with dark kajal, full of mystery.

And those lips… glossy, trembling… unforgettable.

Something twisted inside me.

What the hell was that feeling?

I tried to follow her. Searched every corner, every aisle, every pink saree I laid eyes on. But she was gone.

Just like that.

Gone…

Yet stuck in my mind like a page I couldn’t turn.

And for the first time in years,

I was left curious. And restless.

💌💌💌

And that’s how the chaos begins… with one accidental kiss and a heart that skipped more than just a beat!

I hope you enjoyed the first glimpse into Rishi’s world—a world full of power, control, and now… confusion. Because someone just entered his story like a storm in silk.

Who was she?

Why was she running?

And most importantly—what happens when he finds her?

Things are about to get intense, messy, and a whole lot more romantic… with drama, obsession, and heartache all tangled in between.

Thank you for reading, my lovely readers!

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Until next chapter—

Stay dreamy, stay chaotic, and remember… love is never accidental.

With love,

Sapna🌜