PROLOGUE

After 7 years in exile, he returned to India not as a son, not as a businessman 

But as a storm

A force of reckoning wrapped in black suits and cruel intentions 

The first thing he did was spill blood

No Grand announcements, 

No warnings

Just a body left in cold black alley, and a message whispered through the city's veins 

The king has returned

His Empire had been waiting 

And so had his enemy

But what AASHVIK DIVIT SINGHANIA did not expect was her .....

AADHIRA MALHOTRA-the woman in crisp courtrooms, with fire in her voice and defiance in her eyes

She was not a threat 

Not yet 

She was not afraid of monsters,

She had survived worse

But she was not ready for him-

For the hatred could slip into something darker, something dangerously close to obsession.......

But storms recognised each other--long before they clash

In a city built on secrets ,blood and betrayal two world's were set to collide

Ruthless meets righteous....

Fire meets Fury....

And somewhere between hatred and hunger between vengeance and obsession 

They would find each other bleeding-and alive 

Because in stories like theirs, love does not save you 

It burns y

ou to ash...

And some ashes never settle............