The Heirs

"Four days ago..." his voice was low, "...you were trying to kill me, now all of a sudden you want to seduce me?"

Seerat was dumbfounded, "I am not trying to seduce you." She barely managed, battling with every ounce of herself to keep her expression straight.

"That helps." He said, subtly inching his face lower, " because you're not very good at it."

Once again, Seerat found herself torn between two opposing emotions of equal intensity - the sheer rage triggered by his insult and the all-consuming intoxication resulting from the magnificent closeup of his gorgeous face. Allowing her anger to emerge victorious out of the two, "what do you know about seduction?" She asked through a clenched jaw.

Zorawar's lips hinted at a smirk as he took a moment to run his eyes over her face, "I know you haven't breathed since I stepped up to you..."

ENEMIES TO LOVERS

He is the only son of the Kingdom's two most powerful rulers, Queen Noor Kaur Sandhu and the Chief of Kurral, Lord Prem Singh Dhaliwal. She is the only child of their beloved late best friend, Prince Udam Singh Brar.

He is the crown heir. She is the true heir.

Everyone dotes on him. Hardly anyone notices her.

He is competent. She is ruthless.

He's been trained to survive. She's been trained to kill.

All is in order until one day, in the midst of a perfect assassination attempt, the darkness in her eyes is captured by the light in his.

Suddenly, the thought of the enemy is impossible to shake off, and everything about them is profoundly alluring.