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INTRODUCTION

Hi everyone I'm Sampriti a writer or i can say a beginner in writing. Firstly thank you for giving your precious time on this book, i assure you that you will not get bored. Thank you

Neel Shekhawat

Neel Shekhawat is not a man people understand and that’s intentional. At 28, standing 6'1", with dark hazel-brown eyes that give nothing away, Neel is cold, calm, and relentlessly composed. His grumpy silence isn’t arrogance; it’s calculation. He observes before he moves—and when he does, it’s already too late for the other side.

Publicly, he is the face behind “The Shekhawats”, a global luxury hotel empire built on privacy, power, and precision. By night, the elite disappear into “Starlight”, his exclusive club where influence is currency and secrets change hands under dim lights. Parallel to this world runs “Arora”, his jewellery designing brand—sharp, minimal, and ruthless in elegance.

But Neel’s real power lives underground. Alongside his best friend Devyansh, he operates “The Shadow Dominion”—a covert mafia syndicate that doesn’t rule through chaos, but through control. They don’t seek blood; they seek obedience. Governments don’t acknowledge it. Rivals don’t survive it. The Shadow Dominion exists where law fails and fear listens.

Away from empires and shadows, Neel chases danger on his own terms—car racing for speed, hunting for instinct. Risk keeps him alive. Control keeps him king. With looks sculpted like a Greek god and a mind sharpened by restraint, Neel Shekhawat is not a hero, not a criminal.

He is the man who owns both the light and the dark.

"He does not fear the dark, nor does he worship the light.

He commands both with the same steady hand"~ Neel Shekhawat.

Priyal Khanna

Priyal Khanna doesn’t shine because life was kind to her—she shines because she refused to dim.

After losing her parents at 10, she was raised by her mother’s sister—the woman who taught her survival wrapped in grace. When her masi died during Priyal’s 18th year, the world expected her to fall apart.

She didn’t.

Instead, she stepped into chaos and took control.

Now 25, 5'7", with pitch-black eyes that read people faster than they speak, Priyal runs “Nightsky”, a powerful chain of clubs spread across India. She didn’t inherit ease—she inherited responsibility. And she handled it like a professional: cutting bad deals, rebuilding trust, and turning Nightsky into a disciplined, profitable empire while most people her age were still figuring themselves out.

She remains bubbly, cheerful, a deliberate contrast to the steel underneath. Emotional, yes—but never careless. She knows when to nurture and when to destroy, and she accepts the consequences of both.

Dancing keeps her grounded. Gun shooting keeps her dangerous.

She doesn't look for fights—but she never loses them.

Pretty and elegant enough to heal, poisonous enough to let the world burn if necessary, Priyal Khanna is not fragile optimism.

She is earned strength, wrapped in sunlight.

“Gentle by nature. Ruthless by necessity.”

~Priyal Khanna

Shekhawat's

Grandparents

Thakur Amar Singh Shekhawat – Grandfather

Rajeshwari Devi Shekhawat – Grandmother

Neel’s Parents

Vikram Singh Shekhawat – Father

Meera Shekhawat – Mother

Neel Shekhawat – Son

Neel’s father’s younger brother

Arjun Singh Shekhawat – Chacha

Sunita Shekhawat – Chachi

Their children (younger than Neel):

Ishita Shekhawat – Younger Cousin Sister

Ayaan Shekhawat – Younger Cousin Brother

Bua (Father’s Sister) & Her Family

Kavita Shekhawat – Bua

Raghavendra Joshi – Bua’s Husband (dead)

Ananya Joshi – Bua’s Daughter

(Note - Kavita Joshi Lives in Shekhawat family after her husband's death)

Best friend- Devyansh Singh Rathore and Om Oberoi.

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As an author, I write not just to tell stories, but to hold emotions gently on the page—love, loss, hope, and the quiet strength hidden between ordinary moments. Every character I create carries a fragment of truth, shaped by imagination and observation, and every scene is an attempt to understand the human heart a little better. Writing is where my thoughts breathe freely, where silence finds a voice, and where I trust readers to find their own reflections within my words.

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