HIS OBSESSION MY RUIN

Karanvir Agnihotri is not a man-he's a nightmare carved into flesh. A god of destruction wrapped in the skin of a king. He does not beg. He does not plead. He takes. He destroys. He commands. Those who whisper his name do so with terror, because he is not just powerful-he is untouchable. Unstoppable. Inescapable.

He does not kill for necessity. He kills for the silence that follows. The raw, aching void of absolute submission. He finds beauty in suffering, in the way fear turns to hopelessness in the eyes of those who defy him. There is no line he won't cross, no soul he won't break. Pain is not just a weapon-it's his art. His masterpiece. And he wields it with merciless precision.

Saira Oberoi was supposed to be another name on his list of the dead. Instead, she became something worse-a fascination. A weakness. The one thing he cannot control. He should have buried her. Should have ripped her apart like all the others. But Karanvir Agnihotri does not discard his favorite toys. He keeps them. He owns them.

And Saira? She will learn what it means to belong to a monster who doesn't just crave destruction-he is destruction.