Lachhioolaalaaa
Jeon Harry Styles returns to Lavanya after years abroad expecting power, obedience, and ownership.
After all, the ancient temple grounds legally belong to his family.
Kim Zayn Malik - heir to the temple priesthood, local disgrace, walking scandal, and the single most infuriating man Harry has ever known - wants nothing to do with religion, responsibility, or Harry himself.
Unfortunately for both of them, the gods seem to disagree.
When a sacred thirteen-day ritual collapses into chaos, Harry is unwillingly trapped inside the temple grounds beside Zayn under rules older than memory itself:
cook together, sleep beside each other,
perform rituals together, and never leave the priest alone after midnight.
Now the village watches them like a prophecy waiting to happen.
Because the last time someone from Harry's bloodline fell for someone from Zayn's-
people became gods.
And somewhere between drunken chants at 1AM, river baths before sunrise, jealousy sharp enough to taste, and Zayn grabbing Harry like he belongs to him-
the line between devotion and obsession begins to disappear.