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The gates of St. Stephens High were imposing. For Myra, they looked like the entrance to a fortress. Standing there in her brand-new, slightly-too-stiff school uniform, she felt like an imposter. Her brother, Ishaan, was already busy fist-bumping friends, his loud laughter echoing across the courtyard.
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Blurb: The Merger of Shadows He was the "Golden Boy" everyone adored. She was the "Ice Queen" no one could touch. But behind closed doors, the rules of the empire don't apply. At twenty-seven, Anjali Oberoi is the formidable CEO of the Oberoi empire—cold, calculating, and fiercely independent. Her life is a fortress of logic until a massive business merger forces her to mentor the youngest Singhania heir, twenty-three-year-old Vihaan. To the world, Vihaan is the charming, respectful student with a soulful gaze and a gentle heart. But beneath the "Good Boy" mask lies a possessive, dark obsession. Vihaan doesn't just want to learn the business; he wants to claim the woman who runs it. Using every weapon in his arsenal—from fabricated vulnerability and "innocent" touches to calculated jealousy—he begins to dismantle Anjali’s walls, one secret at a time. As a lavish destination wedding in Udaipur becomes a battlefield of desire and power, Anjali finds herself caught between the loyalty of her lifelong friends—led by her protective best friend Yuvaan—and the intoxicating, dangerous pull of a man who refuses to play by the rules. When the lines between mentorship and possession blur, Anjali must decide: Is Vihaan the one man who truly understands her, or is he the ultimate predator waiting to eclipse her throne?
His Silent Command To the world, he is the "Ice King." To her, he is a ghost she doesn’t even know she’s haunted by. Reyansh Singh Rathore doesn't believe in fate—he believes in acquisition. As the cold, calculated heir to the Rathore empire, he has spent his life in pursuit of power and perfection. He was supposed to marry royalty; he was supposed to secure a merger. But one glimpse of a girl dancing with abandon was enough to shatter his world of logic. Now, he doesn't want a princess. He wants the girl who eats fire and dances like the wind. Aavya Sharma is a nineteen-year-old whirlwind of rhythm and "drama-baaz" energy. She lives for the beat of the tabla, the jangle of her ghungroos, and the sting of extra-spicy chillies. Her biggest worry should be her upcoming dance festival, but a heavy shadow has begun to follow her. She feels a gaze on her back in the crowded halls of her college; she sees the same black SUV at every corner. She has heard the name Reyansh Singh Rathore on the news—the untouchable billionaire who destroys rivals without a word. She has no idea that the "Ice King" has spent the last week watching her through security feeds, memorizing her smile, and plotting to dismantle her world just to rebuild it around himself. While his family reels in shock at his choice of a "commoner," Reyansh is already moving the pieces. It isn't a proposal—it's an inevitable conclusion. Aavya is about to learn that when a Rathore gives a command, the world goes silent to listen.
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