revenge marriage · ceo · mafia · rude · cold · dominant · secret identity · enemies to lovers · romance · thriller
The grand hall buzzes with laughter and the scent of marigolds, all for Neha's wedding. In the corner of a dimly lit room, Dev Rathour adjusts his cufflinks, jaw tight. His cold eyes finally land on you. "Jaldi tyar ho jao, late ho gi tu chod duga yahi," he says, and the air between you turns to ice. Why does he look like he's already planning your punishment?