𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐀𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐚, 𝐈 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞. At nineteen, Annika Mehra was a whirlwind of laughter and light. London has her second home where she is studying her dreams but her heart still belonged to the chaos of home - the sound of temple bells at dawn, the scent of jasmine in the garden, the warmth of family waiting at the airport. She had come back to India for her elder sister's wedding - excited, radiant, and brimming with the energy only youth could hold. Her suitcase was filled with gifts and stories, her phone overflowing with pictures of London sunsets and university memories. At twenty-nine, Rudra Pratap Singhania is a man of discipline and dignity - the youngest member of Parliament, known for his sharp intellect, strong moral image, and unmatched influence in political circles. His public persona is flawless: tailored suits, eloquent speeches, and an air of authority that commands silence wherever he walks. But beneath that polished surface lies another truth - one whispered in fear by those who know his name too well. Rudra is also the hidden power behind a vast criminal empire. His network stretches from corporate offices to the darkest corners of the underworld. Every deal, every decision, every downfall in the city carries his shadow.

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)