Dedication

“ To the girls who grew up dreaming of Prince Charmings, but stopped believing in magic when life became the villan.

To the ones who flinched before they could dance, who were taught that monsters can wear the face of family, and love doesn't always arrive with a sword.

Yet somehow, still hoped for a love that didn't come to rescue them, but recognized the war they survived.

You were always worth worshipping. ”

Prologue

Scene 1

Cards scattered across the table as Janvi leaned forward, eyes locked on his.

“If I win, you walk away,” she said, her voice steady despite the way her pulse hammered in her throat.

Zavian didn’t move right away. He sat back in his chair like he had all the time in the world, the dim light from the chandelier catching the sharp lines of his jaw. His gaze slid over her face, down to the fingers resting on her cards — calculated, deliberate.

“And if I win?” he asked finally.

Her throat tightened. “What do you want?”

The corner of his mouth lifted. “You.”

The word landed heavier than it should have, a promise and a threat all at once. His hand came forward, covering hers — warm, steady, leaving her with no room to pull back without making it obvious she wanted to.

“Your move, darling” he murmured.

Scene 2

The door swung open softly.

Before Shrivani could say a word, Shivansh stepped in and without hesitation, she ran into his arms, wrapping herself around him tightly.

She jumped, a mischievous grin playing on her lips.

“I hate you,” she whispered, voice teasing but warm.

Shivansh’s eyebrows rose, a slow smile spreading across his face.

“Yeah? Then why are you hugging me like you love me?”

Shrivani squeezed him tighter, laughter bubbling up. “Because I do.”

His arms circled her waist, steady and warm.

“I’m yours,” he said, voice low and sure.

She smiled, burying her face in his shoulder, feeling safe and alive.

They stood like that, a perfect island in the chaos of the world — quiet, whole, and belonging.

“Don’t ever leave,” she murmured.

His fingers brushed her hair. “Never.”

And in that moment, no words were needed.

Just the steady rhythm of two hearts beating as one.