EMERGENCY ALERT
This is not a drill.
Repeat: THIS. IS. NOT. A. DRILL.
If you’re seeing this message, it means you’ve just been targeted by a dangerously cute literary threat.
Side effects include: extreme blushing, obsessive rereading, and aggressively searching for a Dev Singh Rajwansh in real life.
⚠️ WARNING: You are about to enter hostile romance territory. ⚠️
Proceed with caution. Or don’t. Honestly? You’re already doomed.
Let’s break this down:
Eesha — a soft-hearted dreamer with all the wife skills of a wet matchstick.
Dev Singh Rajwansh — hot, rude, broody, and fully weaponized. One glare = total emotional destruction. One “you’re mine”? You’re done. RIP, sweetheart.
Now shove them into an arranged marriage.
Add nosy relatives, a Bua Ji straight out of a soap opera, and one very public kitchen disaster.
Oh, and Dev? He’s just leaning back with that devilish smirk, arms crossed, enjoying her chaos like it’s gourmet entertainment.
Love? Maybe.
War? Definitely.
Eesha turning redder than a tomato while Dev watches like it’s a thriller movie? 100% confirmed.
Still here? Oh, brave soul. You’ve already fallen into the trap. Might as well go all in:
Click. Regret nothing. Fall hard:
https://www.wattpad.com/story/378533174-sweetest-sin?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=Shanvi978
LAST WARNING:
This man is not safe. He’s not sweet. He’s a walking sin.
Read at your own risk.
Or don’t. But then you'll never know what it feels like to be completely, deliciously ruined by Dev Singh Rajwansh.
You’ve been cutely threatened.
Now go read the damn book.