❝𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆.❞ In the blink of an eye, she became my obsession, a dazzling enchantress I couldn't resist. From that very moment, I swore to make her mine. Even if it meant faking my love for her, marrying her or locking our fates in a binding contract. ~Aaryavir Malhotra He entered into my life, and like a perfect artist, painted it with the colors of love and fiery passion I always craved. Little did I know, it was all smoke and mirrors. I was spellbound by him, while he purchased my heart through a contract. How did I think of his obsession as love? ~Roop Agnihotri What deal did Aary strike to claim Roop as his? What will unravel when Roop stumbles upon the contract's hidden truths? Will the truth shatter their bond or will they defy all odds to choose each other above everything else? Dive into the pages of the book to uncover the answers.

Some stories begin with fireworks. Theirs began with silence. She was music-loud, fearless, alive. He was restraint-watchful, reserved, unreadable. Best friends long before they understood what they were becoming. She loved him quietly. He fell without permission. Too close to name it. Too afraid to claim it. Then came one lie. One accusation. One silence that chose destruction over truth. Her life didn't bend-it shattered. His didn't break-it calcified into cold. Ten years later, fate places them in the same room again. He is no longer the boy she knew- he is power, control, authority. And she is no longer the girl he remembers- she is quiet, detached, carrying a past that refuses to stay buried. The love between them doesn't return gently. It returns hungry-unfinished, unforgiven. Because this is not a story about falling in love. It is about what happens when love is silenced- and what it becomes when it comes back dangerous. Some loves don't fade. They mutate. And some reunions are not meant to heal- they are meant to burn.

𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟕 × 𝟐𝟖 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: # 𝟐 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 Four years. Ask Zahir Pratap Ravalyan how many days, how many minutes, how many seconds those years hold. Ask me why, despite having everything -power, name, and the throne -I was never content. I was born to rule. Trained to conquer. Disciplined to reign. But now, all I want is to tear away the veil hiding the stranger who wears my wife's face. Because she looks like her. She breathes like her. Yet she is not my wife. Then tell me- Who is she?