His Claimed Bride

𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄 ~ He is a 29 year old man who ruled the business world. The CEO of 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬.
Cold eyes.
Colder reputation.
A man feared in boardrooms and whispered about behind closed doors.
He didn't smile often.
And when he did, someone usually suffered for it.

Only she could insult him, fight him, drive him insane...
and still be the one person he could never bring himself to hurt.

𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐇𝐀𝐍 ~ She's 25. A girl with ordinary dreams and a life far away from power, money, and dangerous men.
She preferred quiet cafés over grand parties and books over business deals.
The kind of girl who never belonged in Karan Rathore's ruthless world.

Until he entered her life.

And suddenly, the girl who once avoided chaos was destined to rule it beside him.

𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐀 & 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍 ~

Karan grinned awkwardly and raised both hands in surrender.
"Arre arre, Devi ji, I only came to seek your blessings by touching your feet!"

Ishika's eyes narrowed instantly.
"Touch my feet? Really? You want to touch my feet?" she snapped. "Fine. Let me show you what charan sparsh actually feels like."

And before he could react...

She kicked him right there.

YES. Right THERE.

A sharp wave of pain shot through Karan's entire body as he doubled over in agony, struggling to even breathe properly. His soul practically left his body for a second.

Just then, Aditya walked over, took one look at his condition, and shook his head dramatically.

"Bhabhi toh full mafia lagti hai, bhai," he muttered. "Maan ja. Abhi bhi time hai. Nikal lete hain."

Karan looked up at him with teary eyes and a pale face, silently questioning every life decision that had led him to this exact moment.

From the background, Vaani started clapping like an overexcited boxing coach.

"Ek aur maar! Confidence ke saath, behen!"