𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗼𝘄'𝘀 𝗪𝗶𝗳𝗲

𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 × 𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚 The monsoon rain lashed against the glass of Malhotra penthouse, mirroring the chaos below. Inside, Advait Malhotra stood in cold, tailored perfection. Twenty years of exile had led to this, the Oberoi empire was his. Their name, their fortune and their daughter. "The contracts are signed," his lawyer whispered. "And Miraya.... is waiting in the study." Advait didn’t look back. The voice was a low, predatory hum. “She didn’t fight back?” ”No. She walked out of her father’s house without shedding a single tear.” Advait entered the study. Miraya sat in his chair like a throne, draped in emerald silk. She didn't look like a woman sold to her enemy, she looked like a queen. "You’re late Advait," she said, her voice steady. Advait loomed over her, trapping her against the desk. "This isn't a marriage," he rasped, searching for fear. "It’s a cage. I own the very air you breathe." Miraya didn't flinch. She traced his jaw with a defiant touch. "You bought the cage, Advait. But I’m the only one who isn't afraid of your darkness." A new, obsessive hunger took root in him. "Once I lock that door," he warned, his voice thick with possessive heat, "I never let my possessions go." Miraya leaned in, her breath ghosting his lips. "Then lock it. Let’s see who survives." The war had ended. The obsession had begun.