Chapter 1
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HER — Purva Sharma😎
If elegance and chaos had a daughter—
It would be Purva.
Twenty-five.
CEO of one of the fastest-growing luxury event and architectural brands in India.
Self-made. Brilliant. Impossible to control.
She walks into boardrooms like she owns the oxygen there.
Sharp tongue. Sharper mind.
She wears silk sarees to business meetings just to intimidate men who underestimate her.
And somehow… it works every single time.
People call her:
arrogant,
dramatic,
stubborn,
difficult.
But the truth?
Purva is the kind of woman who secretly remembers every employee’s birthday.
The kind who stays awake all night fixing problems so her team can sleep peacefully.
The kind who smiles while breaking apart quietly inside.
She hates showing weakness.
Absolutely hates it.
If she’s hurt, she’ll say she’s fine.
If she’s exhausted, she’ll work harder.
If she’s crying—
She’ll lock the door first.
She loves:
rain,
old ghazals at 2 AM,
coffee stronger than her patience,
oversized hoodies,
and winning arguments.
Especially against him.
And unfortunately for her…
Her life changed the moment she was forced to marry her biggest enemy.
HIM — Rajveer Rathore😎
People fear him before they even meet him.
Rajveer Rathore.
Twenty-nine.
Business tycoon. Ruthless negotiator. Untouchable power.
The media calls him: “The Devil in Armani.”
Cold eyes.
Controlled emotions.
A man who speaks less and notices everything.
He doesn’t smile often.
And when he does—
People usually lose money.
Or power.
Or both.
Nobody knows the real empire behind his legal businesses.
Nobody knows how dangerous he truly is.
Except the people buried because they underestimated him.
He believes emotions are liabilities.
Trust is weakness.
Love is distraction.
Until one loud, infuriating woman walked into his life and challenged him in front of an entire board meeting.
Purva Sharma.
The only person who:
interrupts him,
argues with him,
rolls her eyes at his threats,
and walks away before he finishes speaking.
Everyone else fears Rajveer.
Purva gets angry at him.
And that drives him insane.
He hates noise.
She never stops talking.
He likes control.
She destroys it effortlessly.
He was never supposed to marry her.
But one political deal, one family alliance, and one disaster later—
They are forced into a marriage neither of them wanted.
Now they live under the same roof.
Sharing the same surname.
The same bedroom.
The same dangerous tension.
And the worst part?
The more they fight…
The harder it becomes to hate each other.
Chapter 1
Rain hammered against the glass walls of the penthouse.
Lightning flashed once — sharp enough to illuminate the city below.
And inside the dark office…
Silence.
Except for the sound of heels.
Purva pushed the massive doors open without knocking.
Her white shirt sleeves were rolled up. Hair messy. Eyes furious.
“Your men almost pointed guns at my designer team, Raj.”
Behind the desk, Rajveer slowly looked up from the file in his hand.
Cold.
Unreadable.
Dangerous.
“Their IDs weren’t cleared.”
“They were carrying fabric samples, not bombs!”
One of the guards near the wall quietly lowered his head.
Because everybody in this room knew one thing—
When she was angry…
Even Rajveer listened.
He leaned back in his chair lazily. “And yet you walked straight into my office screaming.”
Purva placed both palms on his desk and leaned closer.
“And yet you’re still alive after making my team cry.”
The room went dead silent.
One wrong word.
One wrong move.
But then—
Rajveer smirked.
Actually smirked.
The guards exchanged horrified glances.
Their terrifying boss…was amused.
Purva narrowed her eyes. “Why are you smiling?”
“You threatened me.”
“You deserved worse.”
His gaze dropped for a second—
To the tiny cut near her wrist.
Instantly, the smirk vanished.
“What happened?”
She pulled her hand back immediately. “Nothing.”
“What. Happened.”
That tone.
Low.
Deadly calm.
The kind that made powerful men shake.
Purva exhaled dramatically. “Glass broke during setup.”
Rajveer stood up so suddenly the chair moved backward harshly.
The guards straightened instantly.
He walked toward her slowly.
Too slowly.
Purva’s heartbeat betrayed her first.
Because this man…
This dangerous, impossible man…
Always became terrifyingly soft only for her.
He stopped in front of her and grabbed her wrist carefully.
Not like a mafia king.
Not like a CEO feared across countries.
Like she was something fragile.
His thumb brushed the small cut.
And his jaw tightened.
“Who was handling the lights?”
“Raj—”
“Name.”
She stared at him. “You are not firing people over a paper cut.”
“They hurt you.”
“It was an accident!”
He looked up finally.
Eyes dark.
Intense enough to steal air from her lungs.
“Purva,” he said quietly, “the world survives its mistakes.”
A pause.
“But people don’t survive hurting you.”
Her breath caught.
Every single time this man spoke like that—
It felt less like romance…
And more like a warning to the world.
Purva tried rolling her eyes to hide the blush. “God…you’re insane.”
“And married to you.”
“Unfortunately.”
He stepped closer.
“Liar.”
“Overconfident.”
“You wore my hoodie yesterday.”
“It was cold.”
“You sleep holding my arm.”
She froze.
The guards immediately looked anywhere except them.
Traitors.
Rajveer bent slightly near her ear.
Voice deep. Dangerous. Soft.
“And every time you’re scared…”
“…you look for me first.”
For the first time since entering—
Purva went quiet.
Because that part was true.
Painfully true.
Outside, thunder crashed again.
But inside his arms—
For the first time that exhausting day—
She finally felt safe.
