RAIN AND RUIN: In The World Of His Power, She Was The Only Chaos.

A storm he cannot escape. A ruin she never saw coming.

He is Udaipur's Hukum Saa-ARTH SINGH RAJPUT.
A king without chains. A devil without mercy. He speaks in silence, commands with a glance, and kills without regret.
Cold. Calculated. Untouchable. His icy blue eyes hold no softness-only power, only ruin.

And he hates the rain.

Because rain remembers.
It carries whispers of a childhood stolen, echoes of nights too dark to escape.
It drenches him in memories he cannot outrun.
It makes him feel-when he has spent his whole life feeling nothing.

Only one person has ever seen the boy beneath the king.
His dadi-his only softness, his only light.

And now, her!

She is AVANTIKA RATHORE.

To the world, she's cute, clumsy, and so damn talkative.
A girl who trips over her own feet, and never stops running her mouth.

But beneath the laughter, beneath the mess-she is a fighter.
A rebellion in disguise, a wildfire in the shape of a woman.
A footballer with a reckless heart, an underground boxer with blood on her knuckles and defiance in her bones.
Fierce. Unyielding. Untamed.

She thrives in storms, dances in the downpour, and wears chaos like a crown.

And him? She calls him Devil. Because no man that heartless should feel this tempting.

They were never meant to be. He was raised to rule. She was born to rebel. But a promise whispered decades ago binds them together in an arranged marriage neither wanted.
A queen unwilling to kneel.
A king refusing to bend.
A battlefield where every glance is a challenge, every touch a scar, every heartbeat a sin.

Hate simmers between them.
Desire burns just as hot.

And on a rain-drenched football ground, her fire collides with his ice.

She swears she'll ruin him.
He vows to break her first.

But in a game like this, where the lines between love and hate blur, one truth remains-

The rain will always fall for the devil.