𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐝

"Tumhari is nafrat par sirf mera haq hai aur Tumhe haq hai mujhe tabaah karne ka." Everything was going exactly as planned. Riddhima Yaduvanshi was mere steps away from marrying the man her father had chosen for her. It was supposed to be the beginning of a safe, predictable life. Until the first gunshot shattered the sacred vows. In a matter of minutes, her wedding turned into a slaughterhouse of terror. He arrived like a silent, beautiful god of destruction lounging on the bonnet of his Thar, watching her world burn with cold, indifferent eyes. He didn't just crash her wedding; he seized it. He took her family hostage, painted the altar crimson with the blood of his own men, and brought her to her knees without pulling a single trigger. To save her father’s life, Riddhima had to make a deal with the devil himself. With trembling hands and a bleeding heart, she stood in that ruined mandap and let a ruthless, nameless stranger tie the mangalsutra around her neck. He claims this is all a game of pure, unadulterated badla. He claims he ruined her life simply because she dared to put one of his men behind bars. He tells her she is nothing but his "khubsoorat saza." But Riddhima can feel it. Behind his wicked smirks and dangerous growls, there is something far more sinister hiding in the shadows. A man of his stature doesn't destroy an entire lineage just for a petty street criminal. There is a method to his madness, a dark history written in his pitch-black eyes, and a terrifying secret behind why he chose her out of the entire world to bear his name. She vows to give him nothing but raw, unfiltered hatred. He smiles and whispers that her hatred belongs to him anyway. Bound by blood and trapped in his golden cage, Riddhima is determined to unmask the monster she now calls her husband. But in a game where he holds all the cards and knows all her weaknesses... will she find the truth, or will she lose herself to the dangerous darkness of Mrs. Shekhawat?