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"Well, Mr. Rudra Khanna, it would be better if you don't cross the limits of my patience or it would really get difficult for you to even stand in front of me. And yes, don't make the mistake of underestimating. Many did and have already paid for it." Her voice was sharp and steady. Always this confident, fearless and courageous especially in front of him. "Sorry to disappoint you Dixit but threats don't scare me. And if it is from you, it actually sounds funny. Don't mind if you get stabbed before you even touch me." A devilish smirk appeared on his face watching her get stiff under his dark gaze. Isha Dixit, the responsible daughter, the perfect sister, the outstanding owner, and a kind hearted human. The one who is loved by everyone yet some people fear her. One command and it's set in stone. Unbeatable in her work, everyone is in awe of her perfection in everything. She didn't know but her life had taken turns the moment she met him. Rudra Khanna. Rudra Khanna is carved from control and silence-cold on the surface, ruthless when crossed. He doesn't raise his voice or make empty threats; his presence alone draws lines no one dares to cross. His decisions are unyielding, his loyalty rare, and his anger lethal when provoked. Behind the cold exterior lies a man shaped by scars he never speaks of, capable of destroying anyone who mistakes his restraint for weakness. What happens when these two cross paths. Thrown together by fate and trapped by circumstances, they are forced to coexist when hatred feels easier than understanding. Every glance is a challenge. Every word is a spark. And every accidental touch feels like crossing a line neither of them can afford. A slow-burning story of enemies who fight their feelings, hearts that soften against their will, and a love so fierce it borders on destruction. Because sometimes, the person you want to ruin the most, becomes the one you'd burn the world for.
