Sara never imagined that one night would change her entire life.
The cold wind brushed against her trembling skin as she stood in the middle of the grand hall, dressed in a white gown she never wanted to wear.
In front of her stood Ayan Khan, the city's most feared mafia boss.
His sharp eyes were cold, unreadable, and dangerous.
"I can't do this," Sara whispered, her voice shaking.
Ayan slowly stepped closer, his polished black shoes echoing against the marble floor.
"You have no choice," he said in a low voice.
"Your father owes me fifty lakh. If the debt is not paid by tomorrow morning, he dies."
Sara's breath caught in her throat.
Tears filled her eyes as she looked at the man standing before her.
"Why are you doing this to us?"
For a moment, Ayan's expression darkened.
"Because the world did far worse to me."
Those words sent a chill down her spine.
Before she could say anything else, the wedding ceremony began.
Within hours, Sara found herself standing beside the most dangerous man in the city, forced into a marriage she never chose.
When the final vows were spoken, Ayan leaned close to her ear and whispered,
"From tonight, you belong to me."
Sara's heart pounded in fear.
Was this the beginning of her nightmare…
or the start of a love she could never escape?