She enters his house as a nobody. A kaamwali. A chef. Invisible. Rehman Dakait is not a man you look in the eye. He is blood on the streets, fear in whispers, and death served cold. No emotions. No mercy. No weakness. And yet... She cooks for him.

He ruled the city with bullets, blood, and fear. No one looked into Rehman Dakait's eyes and lived to tell the tale until she did. She walked into his world like a mistake he should've killed. Soft hands, innocent eyes, a mouth that challenged every rule he made. He wanted peace. She gave him war. He wanted control. She made him lose it. He wanted to stay away. But she tasted like sin... and he'd been starving his whole life. In the underworld, love is a weakness. But with her, it becomes his most dangerous obsession. This isn't love. This is possession. This is Rehman Dakait's Dark Romance.