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Some wars don't begin with blood.
They begin with a look.
Ishika Jaiswal learned that the night her eyes met his-cold, unreadable, dangerous.
Rudraksh Singhania didn't smile. He didn't need to. Power sat on his shoulders like it was stitched into his bones.
They say hatred is loud.
But this hatred was quiet. Controlled. Deadly.
Two empires stood on opposite sides of the city, built on secrets, betrayal, and a past neither family was willing to forgive. And right in the middle of it all-her. Him. A collision waiting to happen.
She was fire wrapped in silk.
He was a storm dressed in control.
He wanted revenge.
She wanted freedom.
Neither expected desire.
Because when enemies touch, it's never gentle.
When rivals kiss, it tastes like ruin.
And when hearts are involved in a war of power, love doesn't save you-
It destroys you beautifully.
They were said to be rivals, but desire was more dominat, it blurrdd their boundaries
This wasn't a love story meant to survive.
This was a story of hate, obsession, and a desire so dangerous it could burn empires to the ground.
And once Rudraksh Singhania decided Ishika Jaiswal was his-
There was no escape.