⤞ 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐈 ⤝ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀᴠᴀɢᴇᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ sᴇʀɪᴇs In every story, men run from their past-desperate not to let their shadows poison the light of the women who enter their lives. But what if a man didn't run? What if he wanted his shadows to touch her? To own her. Haunt her. To pull her into the fire he built himself. Because she wasn't just his light. She was his bait-a living, breathing key to the monsters still hiding in his past. ✧˚ · . Aarvay Singh Raizada ✧˚ · . rose from the blood-soaked gutters of a city that never slept-only watched. Now, he stands as Asia's most feared and revered name: CEO of Raizada Group of Companies by day. Kingpin of the underground syndicate Noctis Dominion by night. Haunted by a past cloaked in grief, questions, and a wife's mysterious death... Aarvay lives in silence. In sleeplessness. In sin. ✧˚ · . Saayra Mittal ✧˚ · . knows nothing of shadows. A soft-spoken, steady girl with dreams stitched together by duty and ailing hopes- ...and completely unaware that someone, somewhere, watches her every move. Obsessing. Following. Claiming her as his. But when Aarvay and Saayra's paths cross, it isn't fate. It's design. Because he chooses her. Not for love. Not for forever. But as the trap to lure his wife's killer into the light. What he doesn't expect... Is to fall into the very fire he set. He never sinned by loving. He sinned by using love. And now? That sin might cost him the only woman who ever mattered. Tropes : ~ Age gap ~ Stalker ~ Murder mystery ~ slowburn ~ touch her and die ~ she fell first he fell harder ~ Boss x Employee

A curse, alive in the two most powerful families. A contract written in blood. Promises made by fates. Secrets in every breath that's held here. Some debts don't die. They live in bloodlines like a second heartbeat - quiet, patient, pulling. The curse is old. Older than the families carrying it. Older than the walls built to contain it. It does not warn. It simply waits - in the blood, in the bone, And the two people at its center - utterly unaware. Vartika Singh. A lawyer hunting injustice. A RAW agent ending it. Both drenched in secrets. Both haunted by the same aching nightmare - the specific nightmare of someone whose heart remembers things her mind was never told. Then comes a promise that puts everything at stake. And it leads her - because fate does not ask permission - straight into the Rathore Empire. Like fate signed the contract before she ever knew the terms. Because here, nobody tells the whole truth. Every smile hides a strategy. Walls whisper. Corridors remember. Loyalty is just another mask worn until it becomes inconvenient. In this empire - truth destroys more than lies ever could. Then she meets him. Devansh Singh Rathore. Charming. Dangerous. A man who wears deception in layers - truth buried under arrogance, intentions hidden beneath power. Why is he the villain? Or is he simply the only one honest about being dangerous? Before she finds the answer, she is bound to him. A marriage. A war disguised as vows. But living under the same roof blurs lines her agency never warned her about. Because Devansh is not just a husband she must endure - he is a man who senses deception, who might destroy her mission simply by looking too closely. And her heart - which remembers things her mind doesn't - recognises him. Not his face. Not his name. Something older than both. The curse, finally closing the distance it was always going to close. Her heart remembered things her mind didn't. The only question - would she let herself remember too.

"She never chose him, but fate did" ________________________________________________ Aanya x Veer✨🫶🏻