Toxic Vows
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Zoya Khan, 24, a quiet, educated Muslim girl from a middle-class Delhi family, is forced into marriage with Arham "The Shadow" Sheikh, the ruthless 32-year-old heir and enforcer of the powerful Sheikh mafia syndicate. Her father sold her to settle a massive debt and protect the family.
Arham is cold, manipulative, possessive, and emotionally (and sometimes physically) abusive. He sees Zoya as a transaction and a tool for control. She hates him with every fiber of her being.
Slowly, forced proximity, shared danger, and unwanted vulnerability crack the walls. Hate turns into a twisted, obsessive kind of love. Then Zoya discovers she is pregnant - and everything changes.
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