By day, I don the filthy rags of a beggar, my beard scraggly, dancing in the streets for a few coins. No one knows this is merely a meticulously crafted charade. As night falls, I retreat to my sprawling nine-thousand-square-foot mansion, a billionaire with a hidden identity. I have exhausted every avenue, solely to find a pure love, a heart untouched by wealth. I never imagined such love would arrive in this manner. Until I met Naina, the humble girl who ran a small food stall. Her warmth was the only light in my disguised existence. She offered me food, extended kindness, and I saw the long-sought sincerity in her eyes. As Diwali, the festival of joy and new beginnings, approached, it brought a phone call that changed everything. Her grandmother was critically ill, and her sole wish before passing was to see Naina married. Naina was ecstatic, sharing her joyous news with me: she was to marry Nakul, a man she deeply believed loved *her*, not her meager fortune. However, Diwali's dazzling lights illuminated not celebration, but a cruel unveiling. Nakul arrived, not alone; another woman, Riya, stood beside him. His smile was a mask of sneering contempt as he brutally flung Naina's simple ring to the ground. "What do you think this hundred-rupee ring is worth?" he sneered, his voice sharp enough to pierce Naina's very soul. "Your grandmother might be on her deathbed, but I would never ruin my life for a street hawker with no ambition, no future." From the shadows, Sameer witnessed Naina's world collapse. The man who had so painstakingly sought a love untainted by money now observed the most glaring contrast imaginable. The pain of this revelation was deeper than any hunger. A dangerous thought quietly took root in the billionaire's disguised heart.