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Shaurya Singh Rajput, 32, doesn't believe in love.
The only person who ever held his frozen heart was his Dadi. Parents? Dead to him. Emotions? A weakness he crushed long ago.
Until the day he sees Divya Sharma at a family wedding, in a backless crimson anarkali, waist chain glinting, helping a child tie his shoe while laughing like sunlight has a voice.
One look, and something violent awakens in him.
He calls it hate.
She calls him insane.
His Dadi calls it destiny.
He accuses her of being a gold-digger.
She slaps him with her calm, angelic smile and walks away.
So he does what any ruthless, obsessed billionaire would do,
He traps her.
Fake heart attack. Forced engagement. Blackmail. A mandir wedding under the eyes of Devi Maa herself.
Now she wears his ring, his sindoor, his initial on the thin gold kamarband that hugs her tiny waist.
And every night he reminds her, roughly, mercilessly, worshipfully, that angels don't belong in hell...
But he will burn the world to keep her in his.
A dark, toxic, devotional hate-to-love saga where he falls first and hardest, and she learns that sometimes the devil prays the loudest.