The room was silent, save for the ticking of an antique clock that had witnessed generations of power plays. A single candle flickered on the mahogany desk, casting elongated shadows against the cold marble walls.
Isha Rathore sat with the poise of a queen who knew her kingdom was built on secrets and steel. Across from her, Krushal Singh Shekhawat adjusted the cufflinks on his tailored suit, his expression unreadable, his presence undeniable.
They were rulers of two different worlds—she, the phantom that controlled the underbelly of power;
he, the mastermind who dictated the rules of the corporate empire. Their paths were never meant to intertwine, yet fate had drawn them into the same deadly game.
One contract. One marriage of convenience. One shared throne drenched in both wealth and war. The Both empire built on secrets and blood.
Neither of them had asked for love. Neither of them believed in it.
But the heart doesn’t play by the rules.
And in a world where betrayal was currency and power was everything, love might just be the most dangerous gamble of all.
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