ยฐหโด ๐๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐๐๐จ๐ซ๐ง ๐๐จ๐ฒ๐๐ฅ๐ญ๐ฒ ๐๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ฌ ยฐหโด ๐๐๐ฏ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ก๐จ๐ญ๐ซ๐ ๐ฑ ๐๐๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ ๐๐ก๐๐ค๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ฐ ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐จ๐ง๐๐. ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐๐๐ข๐๐๐ ๐ฌ๐ก๐'๐ ๐๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐๐ฏ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง. Dev Malhotra doesn't do soft. He does power plays, politics, and perfectly controlled chaos. Until her. The orphan girl with quiet rage in her eyes and a mouth he can't stop imagining wrapped around his worst intentions. She doesn't belong in his world of privilege and poison. But she fits too perfectly in his lap. Everyone warns her to stay away from him. He's obsessive. Dangerous. Unfeeling. They're not wrong. He wants her-bare, breathless, broken open and rebuilt in his image. And once he's had a taste, he's not letting go. Not when she quiets the storm in his head. Not when she's the only thing keeping the darkness at bay. She thinks this is just lust. A fling. A mistake. But Dev? He is ready to ruin his reputation, rewrite his rules, and wreck her perfectly... just to make her his.






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