Amara Avery thought she used up all her luck when she won VIP tickets to Lollapalooza Mumbai. It was supposed to be the ultimate girls' trip: three days of music, partying, and forgetting about life in Macon, Georgia. She didn't expect Rudra Singh Rajvansh. And she definitely didn't expect him to step on her favorite sneaker in the VIP lounge. He didn't apologize. He just looked at her like she was the only person in a crowd of thousands. Rudra isn't a fairytale prince. He is a beautiful, terrifying monster in a bespoke suit who rules the city from the shadows. He doesn't ask for things he takes them. And the moment he ruined her shoe, he decided he was going to own the woman wearing it. Now, the festival is over. Amara packs her bags, heads to the airport, and hands over her passport. DENIED. She isn't missing her passport. She's on the No-Fly List. Placed there by the Crown Prince himself. He says the world is too dangerous for her to roam free. She's starting to realize the most dangerous thing in India is him. "You didn't lose your slipper, Amara. I stepped on it so you couldn't run."

Ira Verma never imagined her new job would land her inside the cold, echoing walls of the Rathore estate-a mansion guarded by silence, secrets, and the brooding presence of the man she's been hired to care for. Devraj Singh Rathore, heir to one of the most powerful families in India, is feared by many and understood by none. Bound to a wheelchair after a brutal attack, he shows no emotion, no warmth... and certainly no interest in the woman tending to him. At least, that's what Ira believes. What she doesn't know is that behind his still gaze lies a storm-dark, obsessive, and dangerously fixated on her. He watches when she's not looking, collects pieces of her she never gave, and burns with jealousy every time his younger brother dares to flirt with her. But Ira has a life outside this mansion. A fiancé her family chose. A future she thought she wanted. Devraj is done pretending. And when obsession begins to crack through restraint, Ira must face a chilling truth: You can only run so far... when the one who craves you is already inside your world.