Prologue

It was dark. It was late. It was 3 o'clock at night, the moon shining brightly, only to be hidden by the clouds. Like the darkness of the sky, one man's heart was turning just as dark - perhaps even darker.

He stormed into his house, his footsteps echoing throughout. He stomped up straight to his room and threw his phone, it skidding across the floor. He threw everything off his table, broke everything that came to his hands.

He looked at his reflection in the mirror, huffing and puffing to get his breath. His eyes were full of fury, his eyes practically blood shot from rage.

He noticed something in the mirror and turned back to look at the real thing. It was a picture frame - a picture frame with a picture of a beautiful girl.

A girl he had loved oh so dearly.

He picked up the picture and looked at it. Inside, he felt hate form and his heart ache.

He looked back up at the mirror, looking at his condition - his glasses were broken,  his shirt torn up, his pants covered in mud. All that had happened was all her fault... and he probably could never forgive her. With the rage building up within him, it had gotten all the way to his head and he threw the frame at the mirror, the mirror shattering into pieces, falling to the floor.

He huffed and puffed. "No one... and I mean no one... messes with Arnav Singh Raizada."

He looked down at the broken frame on the floor. The picture had come out of it, and he picked it up.

He stared at the picture in rage. "Khushi Kumari Gupta, I hope something bad happens to you! You have unleashed a whole new side to Arnav Singh Raizada... and I will never forgive you! I hate you Khushi! I HATE YOU!!! I HOPE SOMETHING TERRIBLE HAPPENS TO YOU!!!"