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Cruelty. Power. Money. Death.
That was his world. That was all he had known in thirty-one years of existence.
No warmth. No mercy.
Only blood-stained nights, silent executions, and a throne built on fear.
India's youngest Prime Minister.
A man worshipped by the public... and feared by those who truly knew him.
He didn't believe in love.
He believed in control. Discipline. Distance.
A man who had never touched a woman-
never felt the need to.
Until her.
She wasn't just beautiful.
She was art.
As if Qudrat ne usse fursat se banaya ho-every glance, every breath, impossibly perfect.
Soft. Pure. Unaware of the storm she carried in her presence.
The kind of girl who smiled like the world was still kind.
And for the first time in his life-
he felt something break.
Not slowly.
Not carefully.
All at once.
One look.
And the man who ruled a nation... lost control of himself.
He didn't understand it.
Didn't fight it.
He simply accepted one truth-
She was his.
Not out of cruelty.
Not out of power.
But something far more dangerous-
need.
She became the only softness in his brutal world...
the only light he never knew he craved.
And that was his downfall.
Because when a man like him falls-
he doesn't fall halfway.
He falls completely.
Obsessively. Irrevocably.
She wasn't just his weakness.
She became his fatal obsession.
And in his world...
love isn't gentle.
It's consuming.
It's possessive.
It's forever.
And once he chooses you-
there is no escape.
Only one destiny.
To be loved by him...
or to be destroyed by that love.