Shadow Of Destiny

In Mumbai, power wasn't inherited-it was taken. And Atharva Malhotra had taken it all. A mafia boss with an iron fist and a heart locked behind steel walls, he ruled the city with cold precision. Betrayal was met with blood, and loyalty with a crimson rose.

With jet-black hair swept back from his forehead and piercing emerald-green eyes, Atharva was a storm in human form-dangerous, unpredictable, and devastatingly confident. His name alone made enemies tremble, but behind that charming smirk was a man who trusted no one.

But power attracts enemies. And sometimes, they come disguised as familiar faces.

Saranya Malik had spent her life chasing shadows. With thick, wavy dark-brown hair cascading down her back and sharp chocolate-brown eyes that missed nothing, she was more than just beautiful-she was a mastermind. A secret agent with a sharp mind and a sharper tongue, she'd always stayed one step ahead. But now, her mission had a name: Atharva Malhotra. The man she'd grown up despising. The man she was about to marry.

He didn't know who she really was. She intended to keep it that way.

Two hearts. One war. And a marriage where love was the most dangerous game of all.

The game had just begun.