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Blurb & Trailer

Blurb

He wasn’t supposed to want her.

She wasn’t supposed to say yes.

Kriva Obroy knew what silence between two families meant.

Years of cold wars, betrayal, and secrets buried under diamonds and designer suits.

So when her marriage is suddenly arranged to Vyan Roy Kapoor—the very man whose presence feels more like a warning than a promise—she doesn’t understand how, or why.

He’s unreadable, calm, and terrifyingly composed.

She’s fire, stubbornness, and the kind of woman who doesn’t bow easily.

But under all the formal smiles and forced vows, something darker begins to build—

Obsession.

Possession.

And a desire neither of them asked for.

They were supposed to hate each other.

But hate has a thin line.

And some lines… are meant to be crossed.

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Trailor

She hadn’t seen it coming.

One minute, Kriva Oberoy was sipping coffee in her family’s rosewood drawing room, half-listening to her mother talk about some upcoming charity event—and the next, her world had tilted.

“Your marriage has been fixed,” her father had said, calm as ever. “With Vyan Roy Kapoor.”

The name didn’t just land in the room. It crashed.

Loud.

Silent.

Unmissable.

Kriva froze. Her fingers tightened around the porcelain cup.

Her breath? It forgot how to move.

Him?

Of all people?

She didn’t ask why. Or how. Or who agreed. She couldn’t.

Because deep down, a part of her already knew.

He was the man with ocean blue eyes and a face carved out of control and cruelty.

A man who never looked at her twice, but made her pulse race every time he walked into a room.

A man tied to the very silence her family carried like a curse.

Vyan Roy Kapoor wasn’t just dangerous.

He was forbidden. Untouchable.

And now... hers?

Her mind screamed no, but her heart?

Her heart was already a traitor.

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He didn’t flinch when the news reached him.

Didn’t question it.

Didn’t hesitate.

He simply adjusted his cufflinks, glanced at the name printed on the folder beside him—Kriva Obroy—and let the corner of his lips lift, ever so slightly.

As if the game he had been waiting for had finally begun.

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