𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. Love is blind, so does guilt. Devotion is a virtue, but in the wrong eyes, it turns into blindness. Love is not always gentle-it can be cruel, consuming, and relentless. When fate binds two souls in an unholy vow, the line between worship and possession fades. And in the end, devotion is either a blessing or a curse.

𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬. Love is hope for the hopeless and sin for the saint. Love is both a salvation for the lost and a temptation for the righteous. It drives people to cross lines they swore never to. But when two souls intertwine, promising to hold each other till eternity, love becomes something far more profound-both a sin and a salvation.

Aarini Razia Khan was born in a place society pretends does not exist. Arhaan Dev Rathore was born into a world that decides which places should not exist. She is a lawyer fighting for the rights of women the country refuses to see. He is the Prime Minister's son, protecting the image of a country that refuses to change. She is called illegitimate because of where she was born. He is called legitimate because of whose name he carries. They meet in courtrooms, in conferences, in battles that start with law and end with ego. They are not supposed to like each other. They are not supposed to understand each other. And they are definitely not supposed to fall in love. Because some love stories are not written in poetry. Some are written in legal notices, political scandals, and whispered threats behind closed doors. And this is one of them.

NEHA NANDA x VARDAAN RATHORE Teaser: "I hate you already, Mr Rathore. Don't make me hate you more. I will forget everything you've done to betray me if you let me and my father go." His head tilts in that dangerous, deranged way as a smirk I've never really seen makes its way to his cold lips. "Escape me, wife? That desperate to leave your husband without meeting him one last time?" My hands tremble and lower lip quivers because his words, his face, his eyes, his whole existence is itching on my rage and belief. I trusted him. I trusted him. I trusted this man right in front of me and I should've known Men can never be trusted. Atleast not the Politicial tyrants who sits in the Indian Parliament, politicians who walks and talks with humbleness, politicians who wear white collared kurtas and manipulates like the Machiavelli himself. I do what I should've done long before instead of giving him a control on my heart and body. I retrieve my webley pistol and point it in his direction. He still has the fucking audacity to walk towards me, say the manipulative words I was expecting, "Worth the gift, doll. You- holding my gifted pistol, should I kneel for the honour?" My jaw grits so hard and tighter, "I told you, I will kill you if I see you again." "You want to kill all of me? By all means. Whatever my pretty wife wants." He smiles. * * * She was forced to marry a decade old politician. He willingly married the woman, who was predestined to be his wife. Their union was inevitable. Her motive was clear, Revenge. For all the misconceptions that destroyed her family seven years ago. And for all the misconceptions that might lead to her destruction as well. * * * (Access early chapters on stck: author_july04) DIVINE SERIES BOOK ONE INTERCONNECTED STANDALONES