The rain began after midnight.
Not the violent kind that arrived with thunder and fury.
The rain began after midnight.
Not the violent kind that arrived with thunder and fury.
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Some love stories end in ashes. Theirs was only the beginning. The world watched the funeral pyre burn. Marigolds, mantras, and a small urn of ashes handed to Aditya Malhotra. They told him it was all that remained of Aaradhya. He didn't cry. He didn't break down. He simply stopped living. The man who once held the world in his hands now walked through empty halls, haunted by her laughter, her fragrance, her last unanswered call. Grief hardened into something darker. Someone had taken her from him, and he would tear the world apart to find out who. But Aaradhya never died. Somewhere beyond the reach of the world, behind locked doors and watchful eyes, she wakes to a nightmare. The one who took her isn't a stranger. He's a shadow from her past, a man who mistook obsession for devotion, who watched her from afar until watching was no longer enough. He erased her from the world so she would have no one but him. She doesn't beg for revenge. She doesn't dream of blood. She dreams of one thing: escape, and the man she left behind, mourning a wife who is still breathing. But time is running out. Every day she stays hidden, Aditya drifts further into the darkness. And with every step he takes, a dangerous truth inches closer. The ashes he immersed in the Ganga were not hers. The evidence was planted. And someone very close to them knows more than they're willing to say. As secrets surface and old wounds reopen, Aditya must face the unthinkable: what if the woman he mourned was never truly gone? And what if the one who took her has been standing in plain sight all along? Love was the curse. Vengeance is the bond. But when the truth finally breaks, will he reach her in time, or will love become the very thing that destroys them both?



โ Revenge brought him to her doorstep... Love made him stay. โ Shashwat Malhotra - the ruthless Mafia King of Turkey. Cold-hearted. Powerful. Untouchable. At twenty-six, he owns empires, controls fear, and destroys anyone who dares cross his path. But behind the expensive suits and emotionless eyes lives a little boy still haunted by one memory- The death of his mother on his sixth birthday. And according to him, the Oberoi family is responsible. Siya Oberoi was never meant to become part of his revenge. A twenty-year-old college student with paint-stained fingers and dreams hidden behind her quiet smile. An artist. A secret Wattpad author. A young entrepreneur. And above all... a devotee of Kanha Ji who still believes love can heal even the darkest souls. She was softness. He was destruction. But when fate forces their worlds to collide, hatred slowly turns into obsession, stolen glances become dangerous addictions, and revenge begins to blur with love. In a story filled with secrets, betrayal, bloodshed, and forbidden emotions... Will Shashwat destroy the daughter of his enemy? Or will Siya become the only light capable of saving the monster inside him? โ He wanted revenge from her family... But he never expected to lose his heart to her. โ

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