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MAAYA AHUJA
“I swear I’m not lying, Dad!” I yelled, dragging him up the stairs with trembling hands and a pounding heart. My voice echoed through the hall as we reached the study door.
Just a student trying to accomplish her goals.
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She never loved him, he never stopped loving her.
Anvika Mehta was everything a perfect daughter should be-calm, composed, and bound by honor. But behind the mask of tradition and grace hid a truth only whispered in the shadows. She was an assassin. She was the Devil. Feared across the underworld, Anvika moved in silence and killed without mercy-until the day she met Dominic Zaharov. He was wrath made flesh. The cold-blooded king of the Russian Bratva, wrapped in cruelty, carved from violence. A man who didn't ask. He took. Feared by many. Bowed to by all. And when Anvika crossed his path, he didn't flinch-he stabbed her, claiming her as his. What began as bloodshed ended with a ring on her finger. Now, she's bound to him in an arranged marriage that feels more like a war zone than a union. To the world, she's the Bratva's trophy wife. To Dominic, she's a possession-beautiful, dangerous, and his. But Anvika doesn't break. She doesn't bow. And she certainly doesn't forget. She's a ticking time bomb-planning his death with every breath she takes, but Dominic didn't become king by being merciful. He knows exactly what she is... and he craves the challenge. He doesn't want her love. He wants her surrender. She's not the woman he expected. He's not the monster she feared. And in the heart of their twisted bond, something far more lethal brews. Because when a devil and a king go to war... hell isn't big enough for both of them.
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