writshine
ARJUN SARKAR ×MAYA MALIK| | 23×32
Power wore a name-Arjun Sarkar.
A man whose empire stretched from high-rise boardrooms to blood-soaked alleyways. He spoke in silence, commanded in stares, and destroyed with a whisper. They called him the King of Shadows-part businessman, part beast. Dangerous. Untouchable. And heartless.
But even kings bleed when touched by fire.
Her name was Maya Malik.
The little sister of his fallen enemy. The woman who once dreamt in colours now dressed herself in grief and wrath. Her brother worst condition wasn't just a tragedy-it was a promise carved into her soul. A vow made beneath tear-stained stars: She would burn the man who broke her world.
But fate had other plans.
He married her-not for love, but for power.
She stood beside him at the altar, wrapped in red and rage, her lips stitched with defiance. He claimed her as a trophy. She entered his world like a storm.
One wore power like silk-elegant, effortless, lethal.
The other wore vengeance like armour-sharp, silent, and burning from within.