She stood at the top floor of her thousand-storey empire, city lights bowing beneath her heels.

Once, she was Aaradhya Sen — the orphan nobody fed.

Today, she was Aaradhya Malhotra -Oberoi- Singhania -Khan -Rathore — the woman five kings worshipped.

Five shadows moved behind her — her husbands.

Aaryan’s hand rested on her shoulder like steel.
Shaurya’s fingers interlocked with hers like armour.
Vivaan stood silently like a shadow that never left.
Zayden wrapped her waist like fire.
Kabir placed a kiss on her head — a vow of forever.

The world once questioned her right to love five men.
Now the world bowed to her — Lady Boss, five hearts, one soul.

She whispered into the night:

“I was born nameless.
I will die as a legend.”

And destiny agreed.