His Revenge Bride

His Revenge Bride

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Romance
Enemies to Lovers
He did not marry her for love. He married her because her last name carried the weight of his ruined past. Aarav Raichand returned from ashes with power in his hands and hatred in his heart. For years, he lived for one promise, to destroy the man who destroyed his family. But revenge needed more than money, more than power, more than victory. It needed a bride. Anaya Malhotra was never meant to be part of a war she did not start. Strong, graceful, and unwilling to bow, she walks into a marriage built on hatred, secrets, and a pain older than her love could ever understand. To him, she is his enemy's daughter. To her, he is the man who turned marriage into punishment. But hatred has a dangerous way of burning too close to desire. And some vows, even the cruelest ones, can awaken feelings neither of them are ready to face. In a house where silence speaks louder than love, two wounded hearts will be forced to question what is stronger: Revenge... or the person who survives it. He made her his revenge. She became his weakness.
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