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DEDICATION

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"Love and hate-two sides of the same cursed coin. And the moment she touches him, he's already hers-breathless, wrecked, willing to die with her nails in his back and her moans in his mouth. Because if he's going to hell, it'll be between her thighs, with her whispering his name like it's the last word she'll ever say." She was the princess he destroyed. Now, she's the Queen he can't escape. Once, Eesha Singh Ranawat was a girl wrapped in silk and innocence-the adored jewel of the Ranawat dynasty and a flame too pure for the darkness she loved. That darkness had a name: Abhimanyu Suryavanshi-her brother's best friend, her tormentor, her forbidden obsession. He was the fire. She burned for him. Until the night he shattered her with one brutal whisper-"You're just a child." That night, she died. But from the ruins, something far more dangerous was born. Seven years later, Eesha is no longer soft, no longer innocent, and no longer his. By day, she's the nation's most feared criminal lawyer. By night, she's Nyx-a faceless Mafia Queen who commands shadows and blood. And she's back for vengeance. But Abhimanyu is no longer just a prince-he's the untouchable King of the Suryavanshi empire. Ruthless. Unforgiving. And haunted by the ghost of a girl he thought he buried. He wants her submission. She wants his destruction. But beneath the venom and power, something twisted still ties them together-a hunger that defies reason, a lust that feels like war, and a love so toxic, it just might kill them both. Because this time, the lines between love and hate aren't just blurred-they're bleeding. And in this vicious game of crowns and carnage... Only one can reign.
A DARK, TWISTED PSYCHOLOGICAL MAFIA ROMANCE A contrast between romance and danger. She wakes in silk sheets, a diamond ring on her finger, and a man with dark, possessive eyes watching her-Lorenzo De Luca, mafia king. Her husband. But she remembers nothing. The staff calls her Mrs. De Luca. Their wedding photos cover the walls. Love letters in her own handwriting fill drawers. Every time she questions it, the answer is the same: "You had an accident. Your memories will return. You've always been his." Then she finds the note-hidden, desperate, written in her own script: "NONE OF THIS IS REAL. RUN." Her heart pounds. The world tilts. She tries to escape, but every attempt resets the day. She wakes up back in the penthouse as if nothing happened. The clocks never change. The same news report plays every night. A maid warns, "You Shouldn't Be Here," then disappears the next morning. And then, the nightmares start. Blood on her hands. A gunshot. A man whispering a name that isn't Mrs. De Luca. When she uncovers a hidden photograph, the illusion shatters-her own face, splattered with blood, gripping a gun. She wasn't his wife. She was someone else. Someone who was meant to kill him. But instead of eliminating her, he did something worse. He rewrote her. Now, she has two choices: keep pretending... or escape before he realizes she remembers everything. Because if the note was right, this isn't love. It's a prison made of illusions. And she may never get out. --------------------------------------
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