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.
But Lavanya is not London.
The village whispers when Harry walks past.
The river remembers things people do not.
And the two temples standing beside the Anuraga river have watched love stories ruin people for centuries.
Especially the love stories tied to the Kim-Malik bloodline.
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.