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#The guards series: book 2
He took her father's life. Now, she's taking his soul.
Ashok was the perfect soldier. A loyal shadow for the Dhananjay crime family, he lived by a simple code... obey every order, no matter how bloody. But when a brutal gang war breaks out, Ashok crosses the ultimate line... he kills the head of a rival syndicate to protect his own.
Krithi was the princess of that empire, but now she is a target. To claim her inheritance and survive the vultures circling her throne, her father's will leaves her with one impossible condition... She must marry. Betrayed by her boyfriend and uncle was left with no one to trust, Krithi makes a move that shocks the underworld. She demands to marry her father's killer.
In a house built on secrets and blood, a dangerous game begins. He's playing for her protection; she's playing for revenge. But in the underworld, the only thing more dangerous than hate... is a love that wasn't supposed to exist.
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