In the sacred city of Varanasi, where devotion echoed through temple bells and the river carried countless prayers, darkness still existed behind power, wealth, and dangerous surnames.
A girl with soft eyes, endless curiosity, and a heart untouched by the cruel reality of powerful people.
A man whose presence alone was enough to make people lower their eyes.
The first time fear truly wrapped around Avira's heart was outside Kashinath Temple.
One touch.
That was all it took.
One shameless touch on Avira's shoulder by the wrong personand Avyukt painted the temple stairs with blood without a second thought.
No anger.
No hesitation.
No regret.
While the world panicked around him, he stood there calm enough to terrify even silence itself.
And Avira?
She could only stare at him with trembling eyes, wondering how someone could protect her and destroy someone in the same breath.
Because Avyukt was not a hero.
He was the kind of man mothers warned their daughters about.
Dangerous enough to ruin lives.
Possessive enough to burn the world for one girl.
And terrifying enough to make that girl fear him before she could ever love him.
But fate is cruel.
Especially when it ties an innocent soul to a man drenched in violence.
She feared him like her worst nightmare.
While he had already started looking at her like she belonged to him.
Some love stories begin with butterflies.
Theirs began with chaos, tension... and a warning she should have listened to.
Bcoz Some people carry darkness in their eyes.
Avyukut carried it in his soul.
It's obsession, possession, chaos, and devotion mixed together until the line between protection and destruction disappears.
He would kill for her.
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