Aadhya: His Amnesiatic Wife

The world trembled at the mere mention of his name.
Veer Agnihotri.
A man whose power knew no bounds, whose presence alone was enough to send shivers down the spine of those who dared cross him. Ruthless, calculating, and undeniably the most dangerous man to walk the earth, he held governments in his fists and empires beneath his feet. He was not just a man-he was an empire, a force of destruction.

People feared walking across him, their eyes avoiding his, their voices falling into whispers when he passed by. He did not believe in mercy. He did not believe in love. Love was a weakness, an illusion meant for fools.

Until the day he met her.

His eyes landed on her delicate frame, standing amidst the filth of her greedy parents, her hazel orbs holding nothing but innocence. a lost girl. His butterfly. And in that moment, something inside him shifted, a crack in the darkness that had consumed him for years.

"Aise naino ki baaton mein koi kyun na aaye?"

(How could anyone not fall for the magic of these eyes?)

It was ridiculous. Impossible. And yet, it happened. Veer Agnihotri, the man who had never bowed to anyone, was smitten and knelt only for her.