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The ballroom glittered under the soft glow of chandeliers, filled with the powerful and the wealthy. Kiara Malhotra, standing on the outskirts of the crowd, felt out of place among the sea of polished smiles and sharp suits. She had only agreed to attend for the sake of her brother, but something in the air made her uneasy.

It wasn’t long before she felt a pair of eyes on her. A stare so intense, it made the fine hairs on her neck rise.

Vivek Rajput.

The mafia king. A man feared and respected in equal measure, someone she’d heard countless stories about but never imagined she’d meet. He was her brother’s best friend, a ruthless businessman who ruled with an iron fist, yet in that moment, all his attention was focused on her. His gaze was sharp, predatory — like a lion sizing up his prey.

Kiara’s breath caught as their eyes locked across the room. She tried to look away, but something in his stare held her captive. It wasn’t admiration. It was possession. A silent claim.

She didn’t know it yet, but from that moment on, her world would change. Vivek Rajput wasn’t just captivated by her — he was obsessed.

And when a man like him became obsessed, there was no escaping.

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