He is darkness wrapped in power, a man whose scars whisper secrets no one dares to uncover. He uses fear like a weapon, and the world bends before him... until she crosses his path. She is a storm. Forged from betrayal, rage, and fire. Men fear her. Society tries to cage her. One man dares to challenge her and everything changes. When their worlds collide, nothing survives untouched. Obsession feeds desire, defiance sparks dominance, and every secret threatens to destroy them both. In this game of predators, love is just another battlefield and survival is never guaranteed. They are darkness and fire. They are obsession and rebellion. And when they fight, the world itself holds its breath.

Previously titled dard e Ishq "Kuch ishq sirf milne ke liye nahi hote... woh sirf dard ban kar rehte hain." He walks with silence like a curse- Powerful, feared, and untouchable. But no one sees the storm that lives behind his eyes. She lives with softness in a world too cruel- Unaware that one moment, one gaze, will pull her into a darkness she was never meant to touch. Their story doesn't begin with love. It begins with ruin. The past is not buried. The pain is not forgotten. And some wounds... never stop bleeding. This isn't a fairytale. This is a tale of unspoken grief, shattered faith, and a love so consuming, it burns everything in its path. "Ishq yahan dua bhi hai... saza bhi."

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞 One disappeared. One returned. Both tied to a truth buried in blood and Betrayal. ---- His voice broke. And so did I. "Congratulations, Mrs. Rathore,"he whispered. "You killed me. And you chose the perfect way. When I finally let myself feel something real... You took it. You tore it. you ripped it away. You killed me from inside. Congratulations." "Please... please, Aksh. Don't say th...that," I sobbed. "LEEEAAAVEEE!" My knees gave out the moment his scream echoed through the walls. My body hit the ground like a ghost losing its will. Shivering. Trembling. Broken. How did everything fall apart in just a few hours? "Aksh..." I whispered, barely able to speak. But he turned his back to me. Tears blurred my vision, pain choked my chest. I stood up slowly, still shaking, like my bones were made of glass. My hands reached out instinctively- hoping. Begging. But I stopped myself. No. He wouldn't hold me anymore. Wouldn't listen. ----