Merciless Devotion

"He hates that I'm alive. I hate that he's the only one who makes me feel that way."

In the cold glass towers of Mumbai, Sarvisha is a living ghost. Found bleeding in the dirt of a Singhania factory with a wiped memory, she's been thrust into the diamonds and silk of a life that belonged to another girl. To the Guptas, she is their returned daughter. To the rest of Mumbai, she's a miracle.

But to Moksh Singhania, she is a thief.

The lethal, dark-eyed heir to the Singhania empire was supposed to marry the girl Sarvisha replaced. He doesn't believe in miracles-he believes in blood and business. He vows to hunt down the truth behind her amnesia, even if he has to drag her back to the gutter where he found her.

He promised to be her nightmare. Instead, she is becoming his obsession.

When Moksh forces her into his private office, the proximity becomes a slow-burn torture. He watches every breath she takes, his jealousy flaring like a wildfire at every smile she gives another man. He claims he wants to destroy her, yet his hands linger too long on her skin, and his eyes burn with a hunger that has nothing to do with hate.

In the humid heat of the Mumbai monsoon, the war is no longer about the truth. It's about possession.

He wants her to remember. She wants him to forget. But as the silk falls and the secrets unravel, they realize that sometimes, the only thing more dangerous than a man who hates you... is a man who won't let her belong to anyone else.

A man who will ruin anyone who dares to touch her.

Two people who want to kill each other - or kiss?