Rudraansh stands on the balcony of his room, his hands resting on the cold railing. The night is dark, just like the anger inside him. He holds a cigarette between his fingers, slowly bringing it to his lips. As he breathes in the smoke, his eyes stay fixed on the sky, but his mind is filled with frustration.

His family told him to get married. Not just that, but they want him to agree to an arranged marriage. The thought makes his blood boil. He never cared about relationships, and it is not because he doesn’t want to. It is because girls are scared of him. His cold personality, sharp words, and uncontrollable anger make everyone stay away from him.