Amaan Hashmi, tall and handsome, good looking man any girl could die for. With 6 ft tall heights, emerald green eyes, sharp nose and chiselled jawline, he was considered as Greek God. His wide shoulders, flat ABS and perfect body made him once the most eligible bachelor. Not many knew that with perfectly sculpted body and looks he also owned a golden heart. The youngest self made millionaire, youngest son of Salar Hashmi and the future heir to Hashmi Industries.

Unlike other heirs, he never took help from his father's empire to build his company and attained great success in short span of time with his intelligence and his hard work. Being the youngest millionaire at the age of 23 people always thought him to be arrogant and cold, much to their surprise he was easy going, down to earth and a very kind person. Though born with the silver spoon, he was the humblest person and never revealed his family background as he didn't desire to attain anything in life because of his background. He wanted to prove his himself based upon his natural endowment and not his background. Whether it was his schooling or his university studies, he was always a topper and never held a high air about himself.

As if his intelligence was not enough, he was blessed with great personality and looks that any girl or the matter of fact a guy could die for. There is secret joke that runs in his family that good looks is hereditary in their household, whether it is his father or his elder brothers, everybody seems to be blessed with great looks and dashing personality. Unlike him , his father and brother have high air about themselves and they believe one has to carry forward their family legacy in the society so as not to attract unwanted consequences in business. Though in personal life, his father and brother were kind-hearted but when it comes to business as if their alter ego gets into the picture. Where ever they are, they seem to pass around an invisible aura of nobility around themselves.

Although they look the same what differentiate Amaan from his father were the cute dimples and the emerald eyes, which he inherited from his mother, which twinkle whenever he used to laugh and with that his dimples grew deeper and deeper. This was also the first thing which attracted 'her' towards him still though she initially didn't know his background and thought him to an orphan when they met in their university days.

She was his batch mate and the most feared female in the university. She was an extrovert who can never stand injustice, no matter how big the opponent were. An outspoken who never sugar coat her opinion or mince with words to attain favoritism. An average student with extraordinary guts. Unlike other female she never pretends to get attention instead she formed and led a boy gang in the university. Due to her nature, she was soon the most feared female. An exact opposite of feminism yet she never looked like any wannabee tomboy. With her signature light brown hair and similar color set of eyes. Many envied her beauty, yet she was the most simple girl with daring guts. A VERY DEADLY COMBINATION.

Their initial meeting could be described as horrendous. Amaan used to always tease her by reminding about their first meet and this would irritate her to the core. Once she became so pissed off, she actually punches him hard on his chest.

"Ouch! Raina! Can you be more lady like?" Amaan said, rubbing his chest acting as if he was really hurt while Raina was glaring at him, ready to attack him with another punch.

"Nobody will believe how my wife tortures me, assault me, " he stated, trying very hard to sound like a victim like an innocent child.

Raina was well aware of his pretentious act and how he controls the situation. But as she was about to punch him again, he gently grabs her palm and placed it on his chest while he was deeply staring into her brown orb.

"You can never hurt me no matter what and I love the way your heart melts seeing me in pain" Amaan said.

Raina blushed so hard and attempted not to look into his deep emerald eyes, not to deviate her anger yet somehow she melted the moment he kissed her on the lips.

"RAINA..."screamed Amaan waking up from his dream. The shirt he was wearing the other day was still on, soaked with his perspiration. He can't stop having dreams about her, though he attempted to indulge in alcohol, which his family strongly opposed off. So as to ward off any confrontation he started living alone in his penthouse which he gifted Raina on their anniversary.

He is no longer the same charismatic Amaan instead he turned cold blooded without any emotions. It's been long since he smile forget about laughing. All the time he indulges himself either in work or alcohol. He left his family mansion and started living alone because he don't want them to pity him, be concerned about him where as all he wanted is to get Raina back which even he knew would never happen. Wheresoever he went all he could think of Raina, his home, his room, his office, even his friends remind him of her.

People at one time who used to enjoy his company started avoiding him, afraid of his uncontrollable outburst. His employees started fearing and once a female employee had a panic attack seeing his outburst. He was not able to focus on his work and instead started losing his project one after the other. Unable to understand what was happening to him, he started venting his anger on anybody anywhere. For this reason his father asked him to stay out of work and work on his anger management. This instead made him more ruthless and kept apart from the world as he decided to live alone. His day is spent while sleeping and nights are spent drinking alcohol. It's been long since he visited his family and even if they try to contact he would simply turn off his phone. God knows when was the last he ate something except for the drinks. He reckoned if he doesn't care about himself, Raina like always will come out of her hiding and take care of him. "Watching me like this, she will definitely come back" he thought.

"Where are you Raina? You promised you will never hurt me? Why are you hurting me like this? Please come back, " he mumbled while leaning backwards on the couch. Since that day he never cried as if holding on to his emotions till the day she will be back and he would let out his emotions. She was his dependency, without whom he doesn`t know how to live, she was his Moksha, without which he can`t be at peace.

He was still dwelling in her isolation when one day his parent decided to get him married again and to his utter shock to none other than ASMAIRA. Listening to her name rose so much wrath in him forget about marrying. Had he not promised he would have killed her n number of times.