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18+ | Dark Romance | Obsessive Love | Forced Marriage
Harshik Singh Rajawat is the fucking Reaper of Rajasthan.
Asia's deadliest neurosurgeon. Mafia king in shadows. The man who makes politicians sweat and enemies vanish. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable.
Until one cursed family debt chains him to a girl eleven years younger.
Aarushi Khanna.
21. Sunshine with fangs. Physiotherapy topper obsessed with Thai BL, fictional boyfriends, and zero cooking skills. She argues with professors, eats like a trash panda, and fears nothing-except maybe the beast staring at her like she's his next meal.
Forced vows. Professor and student. Age gap that burns.
He's possessive to the point of madness.
"Tum meri ho," he growls against her throat, every syllable a threat and a promise (You are mine).
She fights him. Calls out his bullshit. Rolls her eyes at his jealousy.
And still melts when he cooks her breakfast at 3 a.m., kneels to tie her shoelaces, and whispers filthy Hindi in her ear while fucking her like the world is ending.
He's red flags for everyone else.
Green forest only for her.
Touch her? You die.
Love her? He burns.
Welcome to their savage, slow-burn hell.
Where the king fears only one thing-losing his only weakness.
Mr. & Mrs. Rajawat.
He owns empires.
She owns his fucked-up heart.
Read if you like:
Touch her and die + grumpy x sunshine + OTT jealousy + explicit heat + morally gray MMC who'd kill for one girl's smile.
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