His Silent Command To the world, he is the "Ice King." To her, he is a ghost she doesn’t even know she’s haunted by. Reyansh Singh Rathore doesn't believe in fate—he believes in acquisition. As the cold, calculated heir to the Rathore empire, he has spent his life in pursuit of power and perfection. He was supposed to marry royalty; he was supposed to secure a merger. But one glimpse of a girl dancing with abandon was enough to shatter his world of logic. Now, he doesn't want a princess. He wants the girl who eats fire and dances like the wind. Aavya Sharma is a nineteen-year-old whirlwind of rhythm and "drama-baaz" energy. She lives for the beat of the tabla, the jangle of her ghungroos, and the sting of extra-spicy chillies. Her biggest worry should be her upcoming dance festival, but a heavy shadow has begun to follow her. She feels a gaze on her back in the crowded halls of her college; she sees the same black SUV at every corner. She has heard the name Reyansh Singh Rathore on the news—the untouchable billionaire who destroys rivals without a word. She has no idea that the "Ice King" has spent the last week watching her through security feeds, memorizing her smile, and plotting to dismantle her world just to rebuild it around himself. While his family reels in shock at his choice of a "commoner," Reyansh is already moving the pieces. It isn't a proposal—it's an inevitable conclusion. Aavya is about to learn that when a Rathore gives a command, the world goes silent to listen.