A girl stepped out, furious. Her heels clicked against the wet pavement as she marched toward him, eyes blazing with anger. "What the hell! Are you blind?" A man stepped out slowly, tall and calm, his expression unreadable. He didn't say a word. She brows furrowed as she looked him up and down, clearly expecting an apology. But he just stood there silent. "Tum jante ho kitni costly car hai ye? Tumhe pata nhi, kitna nuksaan hua hei?" Still nothing. His silence only fueled her anger. "Aur tum sorry tk nhi bologe? kya tumhe pta bhi h, kisse baat kr rhe ho tum?" The rain continued to fall between them, but he remained unaffected calm, composed, almost dangerous. With a sharp glare, she turned on her heel and walked back. "Next time, watch were you're going." --------------------------------------------------- She: "Are you blind or do you always walk like you own the building?" He looked at her, slightly amused. He: "Correction, sweetheart I do own it. Tumhara sense of direction hi kharab hai." Her eyes narrowed instantly. She: "Sweetheart? Dream on. Us attitude ko thoda fold karke pocket mein rakh lo, Mr. Nobody." His's smirk deepened. He: "Nobody? You'll remember this 'Nobody' for sure." ---------------------------------- All rights reserved by @Manvii_writs and @vidii_writs

#1st book 📚 In the world of power, love was the most dangerous weakness. Aryamaan Singh Rajawat was born in the royal lands of Rajasthan, raised in a family that ruled both the business world and the shadows beneath it. At just eighteen, he had already built an empire powerful enough to make people fear his name across countries. At the University of California, Berkeley, he was known as the untouchable king - cold, brilliant, dangerously handsome, and impossible to understand. People admired him from a distance. Enemies feared him in silence. Because Aryamaan Singh Rajawat was not a boy made for ordinary love stories. He was the kind of man storms were created from. Then came Anahita Kashyap. Born in Varanasi into one of India's most influential political families, Anahita carried elegance like royalty and warmth like sunshine. At seventeen, she entered Berkeley as a fresher with dreams in her eyes, kindness in her heart, and a smile capable of softening even the darkest souls. She was everything Aryamaan was not. Soft where he was ruthless. Light where he was darkness. Hope where he was destruction. But fate had never planned to let two powerful worlds exist peacefully. What begins with hatred, clashes, and dangerous attraction soon turns into something far darker when Anahita accidentally discovers the truth behind Aryamaan's empire - a world filled with blood deals, mafia connections, political conspiracies, and betrayal hidden behind luxury and power. Now trapped in a dangerous game between political families, enemies, and secrets powerful enough to destroy lives, both are forced into a contract marriage neither of them ever wanted. But hatred has a strange way of turning into obsession. And love... has a terrifying way of destroying people. Especially when the man in love is Aryamaan Singh Rajawat. Because he was never taught how to love gently. Only how to possess. Protect. And burn the world for what belongs to him.

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