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Vikranth pinned her against the door with one hand his chest rising with restrained fury his eyes burning straight into hers. Vikranth his voice low dark and dangerous "Welcome to your new cage, Mrs. Shekhawat." his fingers pressed into her waist his jaw clenched his voice dropped to a lethal whisper "Welcome to your new cage, Mrs. Shekhawat." she leaned in, lips brushing the shell of his ear her breath warm against his skin she whisper was colder than poison "And welcome to hell...Mr. Shekhawat." His eyes widened just a fraction shock flickering into a dark, dangerous spark he liked the fire but he hated the fire still there his grip on her waist tightened her smirk widened. "You built this hell with your own hands now burn with me." His nostrils flared his chest brushed hers as he stepped even closer, voice a low growl "You think you'll survive this fire" she tilted her chin up boldly. "I'm the one who started it." A muscle in his jaw jumped and slammed his palm beside her head, caging her fully. "You're playing a game you can't win." her lips curved again deadly, confident. "Wrong." pratiksha placed her finger on his chest, pushing him back a little. "I'm playing a game you already lost." he grabbed her wrist, yanking her closer again, faces inches apart his voice trembling with fury "We'll see how long that smirk lasts, Mrs. Shekhawat." Pratiksha smirks "Long enough to destroy you." He slammed the bedroom door shut Pratiksha barely had a second to breathe before Vikranth grabbed her wrist and threw her onto the bed her back hit the mattress, the silk sheets folding under her. He stalked toward her like a predator, removing his coat, his eyes burning with one intention Break HER. Get ready for Enemies-to-lovers tension A dangerously possessive hero Forced marriage with high-stake twists Dark secrets, betrayal & obsession ❤️‍ A love story born from hatred and ruined by desire

"I can fight any war, face any enemy without blinking... but Dhara Tripathi? She's the one battle that gives me a headache." Vidyut Agnivanshi,29 years, an undercover commando officer whose life beats only for his country.Words are unnecessary for a man like him; danger follows him like a second skin. Calm as still water... but give him a reason, and he becomes the storm. And yet, for all the wars he has survived, Vidyut Agnivanshi made one catastrophic mistake. He married her. The one woman he cannot tolerate. The one woman who was never meant to be his bride. "If there were a human version of a stubborn, loud, and utterly insufferable donkey,it would be Vidyut Agnivanshi." Dhara Tripath,23 years old, a fierce reporter and unapologetic truth-seeker. She is a storm wrapped in elegance, sharp-minded, fiercely independent, and dangerously defiant. Her words cut like blades, each sentence a calculated strike that leaves no room for retreat. Since her teenage years, Dhara had loved the younger prince of Banaras with an obsession that blurred the line between devotion and madness. From secretly following him to finally becoming part of his world, she believed destiny had finally chosen her. Until fate laughed. One moment she was chasing her dream, and the next she was bound in marriage to the one man she cannot stand-his elder brother. Now they are trapped in a relationship neither of them wanted. He sees her as chaos in human form. She sees him as the most insufferable man alive. But when secrets begin to unravel, loyalties fracture, and betrayal lurks behind royal walls, hatred slowly turns into something far more dangerous. Because sometimes the fiercest wars aren't fought on battlefields. Sometimes they are fought between two hearts that burn too fiercely to coexist... yet refuse to stay apart. Two storms. One forced marriage. And a love that might either destroy them or set the world on fire. [मोहबत-e-dastaan] Start - 1st April,2026 End -