Prologue
"Even if she runs, I'll find her."
Aditya Singhania was a name the world feared.
In Italy, he was the devil dressed in an Armani suit - a businessman to some, a mafia king to most.
One word from his mouth could build empires... or burn them to ashes.
He didn't believe in love. He believed in control.
He didn't believe in angels - until he saw her.
Rachita Mehra.
A simple, fragile schoolteacher from Udaipur- who lived in colors he had long forgotten existed.
She was everything he wasn't - soft, innocent, pure.
And that's what made her his greatest obsession.
He saw her once - crossing a crowded street, her dupatta brushing against the wind -
and that single moment was enough to wreck his calm, ruin his peace, and awaken the monster within.
When he wanted something, he took it.
And this time, he wanted her.
But Rachita wasn't his usual conquest.
She ran from him - terrified, trembling, praying for escape.
Yet every road she took, every shadow she hid behind, led her back to him.
Because Aditya Singhania didn't just want her.
He claimed her.
Even if she cried, even if she fought - he would make her his.
Not out of cruelty... but out of a madness he called love.
She was light. He was darkness.
And when light met shadow - it didn't destroy it. It made it beautiful, deadly, and eternal.
"You can run, angel," he whispered the night he found her again.
"But remember... even heaven can't hide you from your devil."
And that's how their story began -
A love story written in fear, desire, fire, and fate.
Where the devil fell for his angel... and swore to never let her go.