FORCED DESTINY ; A Love She never choose

--- ### Prologue Forced Destiny: A Love She Never Chose In the heart of Mumbai, where dreams rise with the skyline and fall with the silence of the night, a young woman sat on the edge of her bed—her silhouette carved against the pale dawn. Shravya Oberoi, the name whispered in every corner of the design world, was not a woman easily shaken. Yet, her eyes—those sharp, unreadable eyes—were fixed on a photo frame turned face down beside her. She didn’t believe in destiny. Not after watching her perfect world crumble as a child. Not after seeing love rot into resentment between her parents. And certainly not after burying the only person who ever made her feel whole—her grandmother. Shravya had built her world from shards. With steady hands and an unflinching heart. She had taught herself that emotions were distractions and attachments were weaknesses. Work was her religion, success her only comfort. Love? It was for the foolish. But fate doesn’t knock—it crashes. A thousand miles away, in the golden sands of Rajasthan, another soul lived with a silence that screamed louder than words. Armaan Singh Rathore. CEO. Heir. Enigma. A man people feared, respected, and tried—unsuccessfully—to understand. He ruled boardrooms with an iron will, kept emotions locked behind a fortress even time couldn’t breach, and buried his pain in schedules and strategies. Two strangers. Two lives shaped by broken families and guarded hearts. Two minds that hated chaos, yet were destined to crash into each other like thunder and flame. And when they did— It wasn’t love at first sight. It was war. But destiny doesn’t care about choices. It doesn’t seek permission before binding souls. It just waits for the perfect storm. And when Shravya Oberoi crossed paths with Armaan Singh Rathore… That storm began. ---