When she poisoned him, she never expected him to fall into a coma for two long years... and she never imagined he would wake to hate her and she definitely didn't think she'd need seduction to get him back. Raad Zaveri-the devil of South Asia, the Kingpin of Islamabad, Pakistan, is a towering 6'5" force of nature. Feared across continents, ruthless in business, merciless to his enemies, yet soft and utterly devoted to the one woman who betrayed him. Aayat Zaveri, his childhood love turned wife, is sweet, gentle, and fiercely loyal but a single, desperate mistake has shattered everything between them. Now, he cannot look at her without remembering the betrayal. Yet, the pull she holds over him is undeniable. Her touch, her presence... the very thought of losing her drives the grumpiest, most imposing kingpin to the brink. In a world ruled by power, obsession, and danger, Raad and Aayat must navigate the thin line between hate and desire. Can love survive when betrayal and possession collide? Can two hearts that were once inseparable find their way back from darkness? And remember, Raad isn't a man who shares, at all. Could be read as a standalone.

Samrat had Vaidehi pinned between himself and the wall. There was no softness in his grip-only a dangerous kind of intensity that felt more like possession than love. He kept kissing her again and again, as if he had completely lost control over himself.

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 "I think Chahat and Veer should talk in private," Parvati ji suggested. Urmilla ji nodded, asking Chahat to take him to the terrace. The moment they were alone, Veeransh spoke - straight, emotionless. "I'll come to the point. I have no interest in marriage. I'm agreeing only for Dadi. Don't expect anything beyond respect and loyalty." Chahat's eyes hardened. "What if I say no? Actually... I am saying no. It was nice meeting you for the last time, Mr. Raghuvanshi." She turned to leave. Just as her hand reached the door, her phone buzzed - an unknown number. She ignored it. "Dekh lo," Veer's voice came from behind, edged with a faint smirk. "Might be important." Something in his tone made her open it. A video. Her breath stopped. She staggered back in shock - straight into him. Veeransh leaned down, close to her ear. His breath brushed her neck, sending a cold shiver down her spine. "A yes from your side... or a yes from mine," he whispered, voice low and dangerous. "Choice is yours."