Craved.

Rajasthan had seen kings, it had seen rulers, but never had it seen a Chief Minister like him. Aariv Veer Agnivansh - a name etched in every political corridor, whispered in boardrooms, and feared in enemy camps. To the world, he was the iron-fisted CM who rose above dynasty to carve his own throne. To the opposition, he was a storm that destroyed without warning. To women, he was temptation draped in authority, a man whose gaze alone felt like sin. And to Ira Sharma, he was danger in its most seductive form - the man she should run from, yet the one she could never resist