Sarika Devran was never meant to be his.
Too soft. Too pure. Too… untouched by the darkness he lived in.
But Avyukt Singh Rathore doesn’t believe in meant to be.
He believes in taking. Claiming. Owning.
The feud between their families runs deeper than hatred—
it’s war carved into blood.
And yet…
on a night meant to destroy her,
he drags her to the mandap and forces her to become his wife.
No love. No choice. No escape.
She should hate him.
She tries to hate him.
But the way his eyes burn when they look at her…
the way his voice softens only for her…
the way the devil himself seems to kneel when she breaks—
It’s dangerous.
Because in a world where love was never supposed to exist…
he doesn’t just want her.
He wants to worship her.
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