His For Eternity

"Pyaar toh bahut log karte hain, lekin mere jaisa pyar koi nahi kar sakta kyun ki kisi ke paas tum joh nahi ho."

Tanya Singh Rathore was like fire-wild, untamed, and impossible to control. She burned brightly, fiercely, refusing to be tamed. And Rehaan Malhotra? He was the storm-dark, relentless, and powerful enough to destroy everything in his path.

She told herself she despised him, that she wanted nothing to do with him. But lies were easier than admitting the truth-that no matter how much she tried, he still had a hold on her. For three years, she had fought to erase him, to silence the echoes of his touch, his voice. Yet, his absence had only left behind wounds that never truly healed.

And now, he was back. Three years had changed him. He had built an empire soaked in blood, a throne carved out of the ashes of those who had dared to stand against him. The ruthless mafia king whose name sent shivers down spines. A man who could command armies with a single glance, who could turn cities into graveyards without breaking a sweat.

But no matter how much blood stained his hands, no matter how much power he held, nothing had ever compared to the way she made him feel. Nothing ever would.

She had been his obsession, his undoing, his one true desire. And now that fate had brought him back to her, he was done pretending. Done running.

What he didn't realize, however, was that love wasn't just about possession. It wasn't about claiming and taking. It was about trust, about understanding, about choosing each other even when the world was against them. And that was something he had broken. He wanted her back. Wanted to fight for her, to make her his in every possible way.

But Tanya?

She had spent the last three years stitching her heart back together, learning to survive without him. And no matter how deep the connection, no matter how much her soul still ached for him-she wasn't sure if she could ever forgive the man who had left her behind.