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"I didn't just choose you, Surbhi. I marked you the moment I saw you. And what belongs to Mahesh Singh Rana, stays with him forever." Eighteen-year-old Surbhi was the pride of her modest household—a girl whose laughter was as bright as the mustard fields of her village. But in the rural heartland, beauty is a dangerous currency. One glimpse was all it took for Mahesh Singh Rana, the young and formidable Sarpanch of eighty-five villages, to decide her fate. For the Rawat family, the marriage proposal is a divine blessing from the most powerful man in the region. For Surbhi, it is a silent death sentence to her freedom. Behind the grandeur of a royal wedding and the weight of ancestral gold lies a chilling reality. Mahesh doesn't want a partner; he wants a prize. He doesn't seek love; he demands absolute submission. As Surbhi steps into the sprawling Rana estate, she realizes that her new home is a gilded cage where her husband’s word is law, and his obsession is her prison. In a world where "consent" is a word never spoken and tradition is used as a weapon, can Surbhi find her voice, or will she be consumed by the dark desire of the man who claims to own her soul?
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He’s the arrogant, self-centered, obsessive bastard who owns half the city — rich as fuck, beautiful as hell, and used to getting everything he wants the second he decides he wants it. She’s the fierce, sassy-mouthed storm who’d rather burn her own empire down than become some rich man’s wife. Ambitious enough to eat glass, strong enough to spit it back in his face. One forced marriage One rule: she doesn’t give a single fuck about his feelings. One problem: he doesn’t give a single fuck about her consent. He sees her as the ultimate prize — the only thing he’s ever had to chase. She sees him as a gilded cage with a pretty lock she plans to melt with her middle finger. Every argument is foreplay. Every glare is a dare. Every time she says “no” he gets harder. Every time he tries to break her, she breaks him right back — sharper, meaner, hotter. They’re a perfect match. And a perfect disaster. She’ll never kneel. He’ll never stop demanding. A slow, vicious, delicious burn of hate, obsession, and the kind of love that hurts so good you keep coming back for more. Enemies. Lovers. War. Will she shatter his ego before he shatters her walls? Or will the most dangerous thing they ever do be falling for each other?
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