Love is a dangerous game, and hearts are the first to be sacrificed. TRISHA SINGHANIA They call her ruthless. The boardrooms whisper her name with fear, admiration, and envy. She built her empire on shattered trust and sleepless nights every deal a reminder that emotions are liabilities. Her gaze can silence a room, and her smile is rarer than mercy. She doesn't chase. She doesn't plead. She doesn't fall. "Love?" "That's the prettiest way to destroy yourself and I don't do self-destruction anymore." ADWAIT SINGH RAGHUWANSHI The man who turned exile into an empire. Cold. Calculated. Charismatic in the most dangerous way. Every move he makes is deliberate, every word a weapon. He doesn't believe in second chances not in business, not in life, not in love. Where others see boundaries, he sees leverage. He walks into rooms like he owns the air. And maybe, he does. "Love teaches you one thing control is an illusion," he says, voice calm, eyes unreadable. "So I stopped pretending to need either." Some people rise from the ashes. Some people are consumed by them Their hearts are broken, their pasts are dangerous, and love... is the last thing either of them should touch. But some fires refuse to stay contained. And when they ignite, everything will burn.
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