Some men are not born monsters. They become them. At thirty-seven, Salar Khattak has spent half his life clawing his way to the top of politics, leaving nothing but fear, broken loyalties, and enemies in his wake. Power is the only language he speaks. Mercy is a luxury he has never afforded himself. He doesn't believe in soulmates, forever, or the kind of love people write poetry about. Desire is simple. Temporary. Controlled. Then Noor Hashmi walks into his life. She doesn't know the storm she has awakened. To her, he's just another dangerous man she wants nothing to do with. But to Salar, she becomes the first thing he cannot silence, negotiate with, or forget. What begins as curiosity slowly rots into an obsession so consuming that it threatens everything he has spent years building. His name. His family. His carefully crafted political image. When Noor refuses him, Salar does the only thing a man like him has ever known, he takes control. He forces her into a marriage neither fate nor love had written for them. But a woman can be imprisoned, not possessed. Behind Noor's quiet eyes is a spirit that refuses to break. Behind Salar's cruelty are wounds no one has ever been allowed to see. She became his obsession long before she became his wife. He thought forcing her to stay would be the hardest part. He was wrong. Because earning the heart of the woman who hates you is a battle even power cannot win. He could conquer elections. He could silence enemies. He could bring nations to their knees. But the only war he was never prepared for... was the one inside his own home.