Bound To The Sarpanch
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He was power.
She was innocence.
Atish Singh never believed in love-only control, authority, and power. As the Sarpanch of Aligarh, people feared him... and obeyed him.
Amrit Mehta had never seen darkness. Raised in comfort and love, her world was soft-until her father's last decision bound her to a man she had never met.
A marriage made out of desperation.
A husband who never wanted her.
A world she was never meant to survive in.
But in a life ruled by power and enemies-
will she remain just a responsibility...
or become something far more dangerous?
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