Empire Of Obsession.

Empire Of Obsession.

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He ruled Empire. But she ruled the King. Samrat Adrakansh Singh Rathore is not just the ruler of India. He is the wealthiest, most powerful man alive. A king, a businessman, a shadowed monarch who owns every field-fashion, technology, real estate, motors, even the underworld. His empire stretches beyond borders, his command unquestionable. At 36 with height of 6'7 and body that terrifies and a mind that conquers, he has never heard the word 'no'. Women came and went from his life, none lasting longer than a season. None touched his soul. None dared to defy him. None mattered-until *her*. Anika Srivastava, a 24-year-old fashion influencer and a small brand owner, walks into his world by accident. Petite, 5'3, soft-spoken, and with eyes that expresses all kindness and love she has inside her, she should have been forgettable for him. She should have been just another face in a crowd of designers. But to Adrakansh, she became an obsession. Her designs caught his eye. Her innocence pierced his heart. Her smile drove him insane. Her kindness made his cruelty tremble. Her light dimmed his darkness. And when the King of India wants something, he takes it. But obsession is not love-and his desire for her is not gentle. What begins as fascination spirals into possession, where every breath she takes belongs to him, and every dream she holds risks being shattered under his madness. His obsession is lethal and dark just like his heart and soul. While the sweet and helping Anika has the brightest soul and heart anyone can ever have. In a world where power bows to him, can she survive being the only one he refuses to let go?
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