She wasn't supposed to want him but in her world, resistance turned out to be a luxury seemingly difficult to afford, even for her. Ritika Sharma doesn't do obsession. She does control, precision, the kind of ambition that leaves no room for anything soft. He was supposed to be just a name in a newspaper. A face on a screen. A passing fascination she could put aside and forget. She couldn't. What begins as watching becomes wanting. What becomes wanting becomes something darker - a pull with no clean name, no logical end, no off switch she can find no matter how hard she looks. And Mahir Singhania, with his quiet eyes and quieter secrets, doesn't seem to mind at all. But when secrets slip, boundaries blur and love and ruin start to look identical - wanting him may be the most reckless thing Ritika has ever done. Because some hearts are too fierce to be held. They need claim. They need worship. Some love heals. Some destroys. Theirs does both. They found each other. Now they have to survive each other.
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