Not every love story begins with flowers and rings.

Some begin with a scream, a gunshot, and blood staining white marble floors.

Sarika never dreamed of passion, never asked the universe for love.

She had grown used to being invisible—cheerful enough to hide the ache, but never anyone’s favorite.

She was meant to be a dutiful daughter, a silent bride, a name whispered only in passing. Until the day everything changed.

Until he came.

Trinay did not enter her life like a man. He came like a storm, tearing apart everything in his path, and leaving her with no choice but to stand in the wreckage he created. One bullet ended her future. Another bound her fate to his.

He was ruthless. Possessive. Unforgiving.

And yet, when his eyes locked with hers across the chaos, Sarika’s soul shuddered—not in fear, but in recognition.

This is not a gentle romance.

It is the story of a girl who belonged to no one, and the man who claimed her in the most violent way possible. A tale of vows carved not in ink, not in prayers, but in blood.

Remember his name, reader.

Trinay.

The man who does not ask.

The man who takes.

The man who will ruin her…and the man who might just become the only truth her heart can ever accept.

Step carefully, for within these pages love does not heal—it consumes. And once you begin, there is no escaping him.