ArHit (18+)

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"You can't just break into my room. If my father finds out, your family won't even have a body to bury. He will tear you apart," she growled, watching him lounge in her chair, casually leafing through one of her books.

"Does your father know what kind of... educational material his innocent daughter keeps?" he asked, tracing a finger over a specific paragraph. She shook with rage, the mockery in his voice like a blade. He rose, crossing the room with the predatory grace of a demon closing in on his next meal. She held her ground, glaring daggers.

"I will never give you what you want," she hissed.

"My little cobra, trust me-if I don't have you, no one will." He leaned in, his voice a low, dangerous vibration. "You started this game of seduction without realizing what kind of fire you were lighting. Now, you'll burn in it."

He gripped her jaw, his thumb tracing the curve of her lower lip. "You thought you were the hunter, Arshia. Now you'll learn how it feels to be the prey."

Arshia Khurana- The woman who never learnt to bow in front of anyone. Her words were a law for everyone to follow. Crossing her meant the end. Her family worships her like a goddess while she remains a volatile force- the fire capable of warming a home or incinerating dynasties.

Dakshit Duhan does not merely rule; he dictates the very gravity of his world. Where others scream for authority, Dakshit commands it with a silence so heavy it suffocates. He is the master of an empire built on the bones of his enemies, governed by a hatred so ancient and profound that it has replaced his soul, becoming his only absolute truth.

Both were the heirs to a legacy yet had their past demons following them.

'She played with fire. He became the flame!'