I Died Loving the Wrong Man

"I thought loving him was my fairytale. Turns out, it was my death warrant."

At twenty-seven, Aarohi Malhotra thought she had the perfect life: a devoted fiancé, a doting stepsister, and a seat at the helm of her father's empire. But on the night of their anniversary, the illusion shattered. Her courtship was a lie, her father’s company was being bled dry, a twenty-million-dollar life insurance policy had been taken out on her life, and her fiancé was laughing in bed with her stepsister. Before she could expose them, a heavy truck rammed her car through a highway guardrail, leaving her to bleed out beneath twisted metal in the pouring rain. With her dying breath, Aarohi regretted only one thing: cruelly pushing away Rudransh Rathore, the ruthless, brooding tycoon who had risked everything to warn her. Then she woke up. Five years in the past. Twenty-four again. On the exact morning Veer arrived with crimson roses and a ring full of poison. This time, Aarohi doesn't blush. She throws the ring back in his face, trades her blind innocence for cold steel, and walks straight into the glass tower of Mumbai’s most feared predator: Rudransh Rathore. Controlled, intimidating, and lethal in a boardroom, Rudransh is everything she once ran from, and the only fortress strong enough to shield her family from the wolves. To crush her enemies, Aarohi proposes a daring gambit: a six-month marriage of convenience. Rudransh agrees to the alliance, but with one dark, unwritten condition: behind closed doors, he will not pretend the fire between them doesn't exist. Because the Demon of Mumbai harbors a secret of his own: he has loved Aarohi in agonizing silence across time, and this time around, he will burn the entire city to ash before he lets her slip through his fingers.