In a world where men are considered the heads of the family, the Shrivastava family is no different.

The family consists of five members — Dharmaveer Shrivastava, the strict and authoritative head of the house; his wife, Padmini Devi; their elder son, Arjun Shrivastava; Arjun’s wife, Preeti Shrivastava; and the youngest son, Rajveer Shrivastava.

Like many orthodox families, the men of the Shrivastava household believed that women existed only to serve the family and fulfill their husbands’ physical and emotional needs. According to them, women had no right to voice opinions, make decisions, or question the men of the house. A woman’s duty was to obey silently.

Dharmaveer and Arjun treated their wives with the same harsh mindset. Padmini Devi and Preeti spent their lives adjusting, sacrificing, and enduring in silence.

But Rajveer was different.

At twenty-seven, Rajveer had grown up witnessing the silent pain in his mother’s eyes and the helplessness hidden behind his sister-in-law’s smiles. Unlike the men in his family, he never believed that power made a man superior. He respected women and hated the way his father and brother treated them.

Whenever he tried to make them understand, they mocked him.

“You are too soft to be a real man,” they would say.

According to them, a man who respected women was weak and incapable of controlling his household.

But Rajveer had already made a promise to himself — he would never become like them.

Now, his family had begun searching for a suitable bride for him.

On the other side of the village lived Meera Sharma.

Meera was a soft-hearted and kind girl raised in another orthodox household. Since childhood, she had been taught that a woman’s purpose in life was to serve her husband and take care of his family. She grew up watching her mother and aunts silently dedicate their lives to the men around them.

But along with sacrifice, Meera had also witnessed pain.

She had seen her father and uncles vent their frustration on their wives through anger and violence. And every time, the women endured it quietly, convincing themselves that men worked hard outside and therefore had the right to behave however they wanted.

“This is a woman’s fate,” they would say.

Meera listened silently.

She learned to lower her voice, hide her tears, and accept things without questioning them.

Yet deep inside, she wished for something different.

She wished for a man who would never make her feel afraid.

Two souls raised in similar worlds.

One learned to fight against it.

The other learned to survive within it.

But fate had already begun writing a story neither of them expected.

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