She looked at him once.
Now she belongs to him, whether she wants to or not.
Ira Oberoi was raised behind gold-gilded walls. Protected. Priceless.
But she has no clue that the devil had his eyes on her.
Viransh Singh Rathore doesn't ask for things. He takes them.
She calls him a monster.
He calls her his.
And in a world ruled by power, danger, and secrets.
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