For a long moment after Ivan disappeared, I couldn’t move.
I stood frozen beneath the soft golden light, the velvet and candle-glow casting shadows across my skin like fingertips. My heart was thudding wildly in my chest, but my breath came steady, slow.
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Innaya Sen is a soft soul in a hard world. Chubby, quiet, and often overlooked, she is treated like a maid in her uncle's house, where her cousin Nayantara shines as the family's pride. But Innaya doesn't complain. She finds joy in the small things - a good novel, a new recipe, the laughter of her girls at the shelter... and most of all, in dancing and singing. Art is her escape. Through every graceful step and every haunting note, she pours out the pain the world won't let her speak. But nothing prepares her for Raahil Raizada. He's a man whispered about in fear - ruthless, brutal, sinfully powerful. A mafia heir with blood on his hands and darkness in his soul. At a glittering party, he sets his eyes on Nayantara, but one twisted business deal later... it's Innaya who's sent into his mansion. The girl no one noticed. The girl he was never meant to see. But when he hears her sing, when he watches her dance... something in him snaps. She begins to haunt his mind - the softness he doesn't deserve, the light that makes him burn. He wants to destroy her. He wants to cage her. But she refuses to break. As their twisted fates collide, and obsession spirals into something far more dangerous, can Innaya survive a man like Raahil? Or will she become the only thing that could ever undo him?
Tripti is clumsy, curvy, loud, emotional, food-obsessed - and absolutely not the kind of woman who fits into a mafia don's world. But try telling that to Ayaan Rathi - the dangerously handsome, ice-cold underworld king who calls her aafat with a mix of frustration... and obsession. When her brother takes a massive loan from the him, Tripti is forced to work as a housekeeper in Ayaan's heavily guarded mansion to repay the debt. Sounds simple? Well - not when you're Tripti. On her first day, she breaks his favorite vintage sculpture, slips on his marble floors twice, and accidentally sends his machine flying. She's loud. She's chaotic. She eats too much cake. And Ayaan, for the first time in his ruthless life, can't look away. She's a walking disaster. He's a man who controls empires with a glance. But every day, she drags light into his shadows. And he? He starts falling - slowly, deeply, and without a parachute. He's the storm. She's the sunshine. Together, they're everything he never thought he needed - and the one thing he'll burn the world to protect.
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