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Namratha

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  • Ayaana : Bound to his obsessionAyaana : Bound to his obsession

    Ayaana : Bound to his obsession

    Raana Rudra Pratap naam hai hai mera. Yes, my dear ocean. We are getting married. I look at him angrily, how dare he, this guy has the audacity to me speak like this. He looks at me smirking. That fucking smirk, I want to wipe it off from his face. Who do you think you are?? I scream at him. Your soon to be husband, he replies making me see red. I raise my hand to slap him and bring some sense to his brain. ________ After the death of her mother, Ayaana Khalind leaves France and travels to India with only one purpose—to fulfill her mother's final wish and immerse her ashes in the sacred waters of Varanasi. Grieving, alone, and determined to return home as soon as possible, Ayaana has no intention of becoming involved in anyone else's life. But fate takes a cruel turn. A misunderstanding, an ancient family feud, and a chain of dangerous events place Ayaana directly in the path of Rudra Pratap—a powerful, feared, and fiercely possessive man whose name commands respect across northern India. To protect his family's honor and secure a promise tied to the past, Rudra forces Ayaana into a marriage she never wanted. Ayaana hates him from the moment he ties the sacred thread around her neck. She hates his arrogance. His control. His refusal to let her leave. Rudra knows she despises him. Yet he cannot stay away. What begins as an obligation quickly becomes an obsession. From the first moment he sees Ayaana standing on the ghats of Varanasi, broken by grief yet defiant before the world, Rudra falls—and he falls hard. While Ayaana fights him at every step, Rudra becomes hopelessly consumed by her, protecting her from threats she doesn't see, memorizing her habits, and loving her long before she could ever imagine loving him back. But Ayaana's heart belongs to her freedom, and she refuses to forgive the man who stole it. As secrets about her mother's past unravel and enemies close in from every side, Ayaana discovers that Rudra's possessiveness hides a devotion so fierce that he would burn entire worlds for her safety. He fell first. He fell hardest. And while Rudra spends every day loving her, Ayaana takes much longer to lower her walls. By the time she realizes she loves him too, she may be the only person capable of saving the man who once forced her to become his wife.

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