SHE WAS NEVER HIS TO SELL 💌

SHE WAS NEVER HIS TO SELL(#1 desi fiction trope)

In Mumbai, everyone has a secret.
Some hide it behind a smile.
Some behind a false name.
And some behind the wheel of a taxi.

Urvashi trusted Raaja with her life.

So when he brought her to Kamathipura and left her at Kashi Kaki's kotha, she believed his promise.

"Do din baad main tujhe lene aaunga."

And he came back.

Urvashi ran into his arms, crying, relieved that the man she loved had returned for her.

Raaja smiled.

Kashi Kaki smiled.

Because Urvashi didn't know the truth.

Raaja hadn't come to take her home.

He had come to complete a deal.

Meanwhile, on the other side of Mumbai, Sachin is just another tapori taxi driver from the basti.

A fixer.

A man who can arrange almost anything-illegal maal, settlements, safe routes, hiding places-and somehow keep the police from getting too curious.

His latest job?

Transport Rakesh Malhotra, a powerful Seth carrying gold, drugs, antiques and enough illegal business to make half of Mumbai nervous.

Sachin's job is simple.

Find Seth a secluded place near Panvel.

Arrange everything he needs.

Keep him safe.

And disappear when his guests arrive.

Because Sachin has one rule-

He'll deal with anything. Except the business of selling women.

What he doesn't know is that the same night he's carrying Seth and his illegal empire through Mumbai...

A girl is being prepared for a transaction.

Two people moving through the same darkness without knowing the other exists.

Until one night...

their paths finally collide.

what happens when two strangers, both living behind lies, realize they've been fighting the same war from opposite sides?

In a city where everything has a price...

love may be the most dangerous risk of all.

She was never his to sell.

But someone is going to pay the price.

And the night everything changes is only the beginning.

Read to find out what happens next.