Ink & Blood: Bound by Fate
- Letture 565
- Voti 37
- Parti 3
A sweet literature teacher. A ruthless mafia don. A forced marriage that changes everything.
Aarav Mehra lives a quiet life filled with poetry, students, and tea-until one stormy evening when he's abducted and told he's marrying India's most feared mafia boss.
Cold, powerful, and dangerously obsessed, Rudra Singh Rathore claims Aarav as his husband in a deal inked in blood and secrets. But beneath the muscle, guns, and command lies a man willing to destroy the world to keep his innocent teacher safe.
As Aarav is pulled deeper into Rudra's violent world, sparks fly, hearts collide, and shadows of a jealous ex threaten everything. What starts as fear becomes fiery passion, reluctant desire becomes real love... and the most dangerous thing of all?
Trusting the devil who would burn heaven for you.
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