For once Satan could have mercy but Zihan Agrawal could never .🔞 This is a dark romance book of mafia and his obsession with His Hibiscus. I'll republish it once editing is done .

A signature in place of a bullet. A shared name as a shield. A marriage where the only rule is survival. ​IPS Officer Parijaat is done playing by the book. The law failed her father, leaving him disgraced and dead at the hands of a political dynasty that thinks they are untouchable. To burn them down, Parijaat doesn't need a warrant she needs a way inside. ​She finds her opportunity in Ved, the family's "Golden Heir" who is secretly drowning in his family's corruption. When a power struggle within the dynasty puts a target on Ved's back, Parijaat makes him a cold-blooded offer: Marry her. ​The Deal: ​For Him : Her protection. As a high-ranking officer, she is the only person who can keep his relatives from "eliminating" him. ​For Her : His access. As his wife, she gains entry to the private galas, the offshore accounts, and the inner sanctum where the evidence of her father's framing is hidden. ​They were once childhood friends, but that memory is a ghost. Now, they are business partners in a war. But as they play the part of the "power couple" for the world, the walls of their home become a battlefield. As the secrets of the past unravel, Parijaat realizes that Ved might not be her puppet he might be the only person who knows the truth about why her father really died. ​She married him for the access. He married her for the armor. Neither expected the cost.

She's so sacred that a murderer like me don't even deserve her. But this is what fate wanted from me ,from her . A bond where I'll be her Sinner and she'll be my Saint . I'll cross every inch of the border if that makes her safe, her eyes smiling. I can k¡ll for her , I can die for her . I'm fking obsessed with her . A man who lost his emotions after his lover betrayed him. X A girl who carries her childhood trauma as her second skin .

One wedding . Two funerals . And a vows written in her groom's blood. ​Aastha Sharma was the daughter of my enemy the final sacrifice for my revenge. I burned her groom alive. I gave her a choice: The Grave or The Sinner. ​She chose the Sinner. Now, she wears my mangalsutra like a collar, a constant reminder that her life no longer belongs to her. I am the villain of her story, and I'm just getting started. She was married, bound forever, in the ashes of the man she loved. *.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.* Book 1 of Sinner Series (can be read as standalone)