Siddharth Dev Khanna

For Siddharth, mornings started the same way every day, not because he liked routine, but because he needed it.

He reached the office before most of the city woke up. The halls of RJ Law Group & Co. were quiet then, still clean from the night shift, smelling faintly of paper and strong coffee.
He liked that time, the hour when no one demanded anything from him.

By 7 a.m., he was already flipping through cases, underlining mistakes, preparing arguments for hearings that expected perfection.
People assumed he was strict because he wanted to be feared.
But the truth was quieter:

He didn't like dealing with chaos.
He didn't like it when things slipped through the cracks.
He didn't like it when the people under him made careless choices that he had to clean up later.

The courtroom wasn't glamorous to him; it was another place where he had to carry the weight of the firm's name, of his father's expectations, of the reputation he never asked to inherit.

Anvi Singh

Across the world, in a small Delhi apartment that always smelled like fresh tea and warm food, Anvi Singh lived a very different kind of life, one held together by love and discipline.

Her father was a raid officer — the no-nonsense kind of man whose voice alone could silence an entire room.
Her mother had been a police officer — brave, stubborn, and always the loudest supporter of whatever Anvi wanted to do.

Growing up between two uniforms meant she learned early that the world wasn't fair, and laws didn't always work the way they should.
Maybe that's why she was drawn to law in the first place, not because it was easy, but because it felt like a responsibility.
A way to continue what her parents lived for.

Still, Anvi wasn't all serious.
She laughed loudly.
Spoke honestly, well, sometimes too honestly.
Got flustered easily but tried to pretend she didn't.
And she believed, with her whole heart, that hard work could take her places.

New York felt impossibly far.
People like her didn't just end up at top global law firms.

So when the email from RJ Law Group & Co. arrived, she read it twice. Then a third time. Then she simply sat back, hands shaking, realising that for the first time, her dream wasn't just a dream anymore.

She was going to work under a man she'd only ever read about, someone known for being cold, brilliant, and impossible to impress.

Someone who didn't tolerate mistakes.
Someone who expected perfection.

Someone entirely unlike her.