She was ice and he was flame-two souls who despised each other with a deadly passion. But fate twisted cruelly, binding them in marriage. His hand clamped around her waist, dragging her against him. "Welcome to damnation, my flower... or should I say, Mrs. Rayan Baloch." Her gaze burned with equal hatred as she curled her arms around his neck, pulling him in. "Let's see how you survive this inferno, dear husband." Both smirked, knowing the war had just begun