Dhurv dhariya

Thu, 21 May 2026 18:38:10 +0000

The Dhariya family was the kind of family people feared in silence.

Old money. Political connections. Businesses spread across countries. A surname powerful enough to destroy lives with a single decision. And at the center of that empire stood Nayantara Dhariya—the seventy-five-year-old matriarch whose beauty had survived age itself.

Even now, people lowered their eyes when she entered a room.

She had three sons and two daughters, each with families of their own, but among all her grandchildren, one name stood above the rest.

Dhruv Dhariya.

Cold. Untouchable. Dangerous.

The only son of Abhishek Dhariya and his breathtakingly beautiful wife, a woman from a poor family who was never fully accepted into the rich household despite becoming the perfect daughter-in-law. Dhruv inherited his grandmother’s sharp eyes, his father’s authority, and a darkness no one could understand.

People admired him.
Women wanted him.
But no one could stay close to him for long.

Because Dhruv Dhariya was not a man made for love.

Meanwhile, miles away from luxury and power, eighteen-year-old Devsena lived a completely different life.

A poor girl.
A traditional girl.
A girl who had just failed her exams.

The constant fights in her house, the disappointment in her parents’ eyes, and the feeling of being a burden slowly destroyed her from inside until one night, she ran away from home with tears in her eyes and nowhere to go.

Exhausted and frightened, she entered an expensive restaurant just to hide from the world for a few minutes.

And there, inside the women’s washroom, she met an old woman struggling alone.

Her diaper had leaked slightly, and the women around her reacted with disgust before leaving one by one.

Except Devsena.

Without caring about the smell, the awkwardness, or the expensive silk saree the old woman wore, Devsena quietly helped her clean herself with gentle hands and soft eyes.

That old woman was Nayantara Dhariya.

And that single act of kindness changed Devsena’s life forever.

Hours later, Devsena stood alone on a deserted bridge, crying silently while staring into the darkness below. She believed she had no future, no worth, and no reason to continue living.

But before she could take another step—

“Stop.”

Devsena turned around and saw the same old woman standing behind her beneath the dim streetlights.

Nayantara looked at her for a long moment before speaking words that would tie Devsena’s fate to the Dhariya family forever.

“Come with me for nine months.”

Devsena stared at her in confusion.

“I have a grandson,” the old woman continued softly. “He has everything money can buy except peace. Stay beside him for nine months. If he accepts you, marry him. If not, I will give you one crore rupees and let you leave.”

Devsena’s breath stopped.

One crore.

An amount her family could never dream of earning.

“But why me?” she whispered shakily.

For the first time that night, Nayantara’s expression softened.

“Because when everyone walked away from me,” she said quietly, “you didn’t.”

And that was how Devsena entered the dangerous world of Dhruv Dhariya—the man she was supposed to save.

The man who might destroy her first.