“He wasn’t made of darkness. He ruled it.”
Ira Mishra never expected to fall for a stranger at a business meeting—especially one who stared at her like he was starving and she was the sin that would save him.
Quiet and emotionally sidelined by her own family, Ira lives in color while her world demands grayscale. Until she meets him.
Vikram.
A man carved from shadows and steel. With a gaze that sees everything. With power that isn’t earned, but inherited from the kind of bloodline people dare not name aloud.
She thinks he’s a man with secrets.
He is. But not the kind she’s prepared for.
He is Vikram Aharya.
Not a mafia king—a myth, masked in mortal skin. A man who walks like vengeance wears his crown and every sin in the room bows before him.
But Ira doesn't know that. Not yet.
He doesn’t want her fear. He wants her soul—offered freely, with trembling hands and stained fingertips.
And when her family becomes the key to unlocking his most personal war, the line between love and revenge frays to nothing.
Because her brother’s sins are written in his sister’s blood.
And her father's lies are the reason the ashes still burn.
Now, he must choose: ruin her world, or become a part of it.
