𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

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Hate. Love.
Two forces that should never share the same breath, yet somehow they circle us like predators waiting for the weakest pulse.

Devvrat Badgujar has never been the kind of man who bows. His blood runs with rebellion, and his mind is forged from ambition sharper than his father ever intended. But power is a delicate currency in the Badgujar empire, and until the family fortune is transferred to his hands, Devvrat plays the dutiful son out of strategy.

The calm before the revolt.

When his father commands him to choose a bride at a high-profile marriage gala, Devvrat arrives ready to endure the farce. Women parade themselves like offerings for a crown he doesn't even want.

Then he sees her.

Ishanya.
Confident. Calm. Completely uninterested in him. And the daughter of his father's biggest political rival.

Choosing her is madness.
Choosing her is provocation.
Choosing her is war.
Choosing her is the last thing he should do.
But it's the first thing he wants.

So he says her name.

Ishanya looks at him like he just flipped her entire life upside down. Maybe he has.

She calls it manipulation.
He calls it necessity.
Deep down, both know it's something far more dangerous.

Because Ishanya doesn't fold the way others do. She pushes back. She questions him. She ignites a hunger in him he has spent years burying beneath his skin. Now every encounter becomes a battlefield. Every argument draws blood. Every stolen glance feels like a step toward a cliff neither of them is ready to jump from.

Devvrat doesn't intend to fall for her.
He only intends to control the narrative, secure his future, and break free from his father's leash.

But the heart has a habit of derailing even the sharpest plans, and Ishanya might be the one variable he can't outmaneuver, outthink, or outrun.

And in a world built on power, politics, and simmering desire...
falling for the enemy might be the most reckless gamble of all.

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