Prologue

Jaipur.

Love was supposed to heal.

At least that's what Srisha Rajyavardhan had believed.

She had loved with the innocence of a girl who thought forever actually existed. She trusted with her whole heart, gave pieces of herself without asking for anything in return.

Until one evening...

Everything shattered.

Her breathing became uneven.

"No..."

She whispered it once.

Then again.

"No..."

Because sometimes pain becomes too much for tears alone.

Srisha wasn't looking ahead.

Her vision blurred by tears she refused to let fall.

She stumbled.

The world tilted.

She closed her eyes.

Instead of cold marble...

Strong arms caught her.

Firm.

Protective.

Safe.

She slowly looked up.

"You should be careful," the stranger said quietly.

His voice was calm.

Deep.

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Inside a luxurious room drowned in darkness...

Photographs.

Hundreds of them.

Every wall.

Every table.

Every corner.

Only one face.

Srisha.

The room smelled of blood, smoke and obsession.

A man stood before a photograph of her.

Blood dripped slowly from cuts across his knuckles.

His breathing was uneven.

Wild.

His lips curved into something that wasn't a smile.

It was madness.

He traced her face in the photograph with blood-covered fingers.

“Only mine,” he screamed, his voice breaking into madness. “She is mine to touch, to break, to destroy, to claim. Not yours, Devraj Pratap Sisodia. NOT YOURS!”

He lit a match with trembling, blood-slick fingers. His eyes never left Srisha’s torn smile as the flames caught the paper, curling her image into black ash. The fire reflected in his eyes, wild and animalistic, his shadow dancing on the walls like a demon reborn.

“I will take her,” he whispered, then screamed, “I WILL TAKE HER BACK FROM THE WORLD!” His bloody fist struck the table, splinters flying, blood dripping down to the floor in crimson pools. “And you, Devraj Pratap Sisodia.....” he spat the name like poison, “......you dared to touch her. To claim her. To put sindoor in her maang, mangalsutra around her throat? You dared to call her yours? HA!” He threw his head back, laughing like a mad Man.

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AESTHETICS

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Srisha Rajyavardhan

25

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Devraj Pratap Sisodia

30

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•Tropes

Arranged Marriage

He Falls First

Protective & Possessive Him

Royal Romance (King × Princess)

Broken × Healer

Touch Her and You Die

Obsessive Villain / Dark Stalker

Love after marriage (From her side)

Many more......

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•Content Warning

This book contains themes that may be distressing for some readers, including:

Emotional trauma

Betrayal and heartbreak

Obsessive behavior

Stalking

Possessive characters

Violence and blood

Dark and disturbing scenes

Anxiety and emotional distress

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