ABHIMANYU RATHORE :- Rude , workaholic CEO of Rathore Empire .Devilesing hot , every girls drools over him .But loves his family to dearest . . SAKSHI OBEROI :- Sweet but fierce girl . Loves her family very much can do anything for them . Working in her brother's company as managing head and also a board member . . What happens when their marriage get fixed by their families .. will they get love in this unwilling arranged marriage...

Remove your clothes.. ZOYA.. She entered his mansion by mistake. He let her stay-by obsession. Zoya didn't believe in fate... until the night she ran from danger and into the arms of a stranger. A stranger with cold eyes, a darker past, and a secret buried under silk suits and billion-dollar deals. Aarav Malhotra isn't just a CEO. He's a king in a world of shadows. And Zoya? She looks exactly like the girl he lost years ago. He doesn't know her name. She doesn't know his truth. But over 24 nights, desire turns deadly, silence turns seductive-and love? It was never meant to be safe. He didn't plan to fall. She didn't plan to stay. But obsession never asks for permission. Welcome to a love story wrapped in secrets, silk, and sin.

"𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐈 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞" .. Celeste Reed just had two months left on her contract of employment and one last instalment to pay off her student loans. Two more months working as a personal assistant and she was free, it's easier said than done when you have a boss who has no plans to let you go! ••

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The cold press of steel against her forehead was nothing compared to the fire blazing in his eyes. His fingers, calloused and commanding, dug into her waist as though she might vanish if he loosened his grip. Her breath came out in ragged, uneven bursts, but her chin lifted, trembling yet defiant, meeting the monster in front of her head-on. The gun didn't waver, but his eyes did. "Kill me.," she whispered, her voice breaking like glass. Her plea was not born of weakness but of exhaustion - a soul battered too long by a storm she never chose. Tears clung stubbornly to her lashes but didn't fall. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her break. For a heartbeat, silence pulsed between them, louder than any gunshot. His thumb brushed against her skin - not gently, but like a warning, a claim. The metal against her forehead was ice; his palm at her waist burned. She closed her eyes, almost welcoming the darkness she thought would follow. But nothing came. No shot. No release. Only his ragged breath, heavy with something she couldn't name. "Say it again," he growled, voice low, dangerous, and rough. Her eyes snapped open, tears flowing like a free river through her eyes, and for the first time she saw it - the crack in his armor. He hated her for asking, hated himself for hesitating. "I said KILL ME. PLEASE just do it," she repeated, louder this time, as though her words could pierce through whatever war was raging inside him. "I-I can't go through this anyy-m-more." And for the first time in his life, the man who never blinked at blood, at screams, at endings, faltered. His finger tightened on the trigger. His grip on her waist tightened too. The world narrowed down to this moment - predator and prey, sin and innocence, violence and something dangerously close to longing.

I cupped her face, planting a soft kiss on her beautiful lips. "Don't ever run from me, baby," I said softly, letting my thumb trace her jaw. "I love the chase." Her jaw tightened, her hands coming up to try and move mine. "Stop calling me baby, Ezra," she snapped, eyes flashing. I couldn't help but grin, dropping my voice to something low and dark. "Ohhh, now my baby has a problem with me calling her baby?" She shot me a glare, but I just tucked her hair behind her ear, pressing another kiss to her lips-gentler this time, lingering. "You don't get to tell me what to call you, baby." I leaned in closer, brushing my nose against hers. "You're whatever the fuck I call you."

"He didn't hide her from the world. He hid the world from her" 𝐊𝐢𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐀𝐡𝐮𝐣𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐝𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐫𝐢𝐭 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 She believes in love. He believes in control. She thought she was writing a new story from the beginning. But this story? It was always his. Start:- 25 Jan 2026 End:-