MYRA: A dangerous threat.

"Watch your step, kiddo," he muttered, though his hands never left her waist.
M-"Kiddo Kon main! I was pushed ok,"

"Leave us alone,"
M-"Hey prabhu danav se baccha lena" Myra whispered leading forward.

M-"Nihayeti batameez hai aap aapko sharam nahi aati?"
"Not when it's about u"

"dur raho mujhse"
M-"but u can't stand seeing me with someone else isn't it Mr Raghuvanshi?"

M-"You're a tyrant,"
"-& u r mine"

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In his city, every look is a contract, and every touch has a price.

Ishaan Raghuvanshi is the city's undisputed sovereign-a man carved from granite and shadowed secrets. He doesn't believe in luck; he believes in control. From the boardroom to the docks, his silence is lethal, and his logic is absolute. He has built an empire on the corpses of his enemies, and he has sworn that no emotion will ever make his hand shake when he needs it to be steady.

Until Dr. Myra Sehgal walks in.

Bubbly, defiant, and irritatingly radiant, she is a spark of resilient sunlight in his sterile world. She isn't afraid of the "Emerald-Eyed Devil," and she's the only one who dares to make him swallow his own bitter medicine.

For Ishaan, she is a "variable"-a chaos that threatens to fracture his carefully guarded dark. He wants to exile her from his life, yet he finds himself building a sanctuary just to watch her. He claims she is his property, but as the walls between them crumble, he realizes that the "sun" isn't just erasing his darkness-it's changing his very foundation.
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