POV: Ishvani

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❄️ POV: Ishvani

Respect is not given.

It is calculated.

I learned that early.

In this world, people don’t look at you first.

They look at your surname.

Your money.

Your connections.

And if you have none of it…

you become invisible.

I was invisible once.

No family name to protect me.

No hand to guide me.

No voice that the world bothered to hear.

So I built my own.

Brick by brick. Silence by silence. War by war.

Now they call me powerful.

Now they lower their voices when I enter a room.

Now they pretend they always respected me.

Funny how quickly the world rewrites history when you become someone.

But I never forgot what it feels like to be nothing.

That is why I don’t trust easily.

Why I don’t smile without reason.

Why I don’t let people close enough to matter.

Because power is not just money.

It is control.

Control over yourself.

Control over your emotions.

Control over who gets access to you.

And I never lost control.

Until him.

Vivaan Singhania.

Too loud for my silence.

Too confident for my indifference.

Too close to something I have spent years protecting.

He doesn’t understand boundaries.

And I don’t understand why I don’t push him away.

But I will not be owned.

Not by his name.

Not by his world.

Not by anyone.

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