Avyaan Vedang Vishwanathan "He never believed in love. Until she became his wife. Now he believes in nothing else but owning her." ............ Udita Avyaan Vishwanathan. "He felt like danger... but for once, I wasn't afraid. I wanted to fall-if it meant falling into him." ....................... Join the beautiful journey of Avyaan and Udita finding their peace in each other

Daffodil was born into chaos - the unwanted daughter of a reckless biker and a bitter club girl. Cast aside, betrayed, and forced to survive a brutal childhood, Daffodil spent her early years fighting battles no child should face. Betrayed by the father she worshipped, humiliated by the boy she once loved, she learned early that love was a lie. When her only source of light, her baby brother Nate, comes into her life, Daffodil becomes both sister and protector. But one act of violence tears them apart from the only world they've known. Twelve years later, Daffodil has risen from the ashes. No longer the broken, lonely girl of the past, she has become a powerful, untouchable force - the head of a fashion empire, admired, feared, and envied. With Nate thriving under her fierce protection, Daffodil has built a life so dazzling that even her old enemies can only watch from afar. But when Blaze - the father who betrayed her - learns the devastating truth he was too blind to see, he comes searching for the children he abandoned. Torn between rage and the little brother who dreams of knowing his real father, Daffodil is forced back into the world that once destroyed her. A story of survival, vengeance, and healing, and most importantly about a woman who refused to stay broken - a woman who made the world bow to her strength, and who will never again let anyone decide her worth.

"What is your favourite colour?" Esha asked, her fingers grazing her husband's jaw as she leaned back lazily against him on their couch. "Green," he said in a blink, thinking about her in green. It was sight to watch his wife in green, their first meet was still vivid in his memories. She'd worn a beautiful green anarkali, and a pair of cream jhumkas. The light around in the restaurant helped her to shine like a star along with her twinkling eyes and he'd instantly felt tempted by the woman. "Ey! That's mine." She urged turning her head to meet his eyes. Giving her coy and beautiful smile, that's only and only reserved for her, he cupped her soft cheeks in his palms and pecked her nose, right on the piercing-he so loved, and whispered. "And you are mine, sweetheart."