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Betrayed on the bed that was meant to be theirs, Arnav Singh Raizada walks out of his own life and vanishes into the night.

No goodbye. No corpse. Just silence.

Three years later the fashion world trembles at a single set of initials: ASR.

A man without a public face.
A verdict without appeal.
Cross him and you don't lose money; you lose the right to exist.

Yet even monsters have a weakness.
She appears like a quiet sin-soft voice, fearless eyes, the only living soul who dares to touch the burn scars on his heart.

One look at her and the beast inside him forgets how to breathe.

But the wife who laughed at his name is still legally his, still venomous, still starving for the empire he now owns.

And when her jealousy fixes on the girl who holds ASR's last shred of humanity, hell is granted permission to open.

His wife wanted royalty.

She's about to discover what it costs when the king comes home wearing blood instead of mercy.

He will peel her world apart, layer by slow layer, until she begs for the poverty she once mocked.

And through every scream, every headline, and ruin, only one question will remain:

When the fire finally dies,
will there be anything left of Arnav Singh Raizada...
or only the ashes that still burn for her?

Welcome to the story of Arnav Singh Raizada and Khushi Kumari Gupta.