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šššš š šš šššš šššššš š¢šŖšŖš»š² šš¾š·š²ššŖ š¼š® š³š®š®š½ š“š® š¶šŖš² šŖšŖšš² š±š¾ š²šš±šŖš»... š£š®š»š® šŖš°š® š±š² š¶šŖš² š±šŖšŖš»š²... š“š²ššŖ š½š¾š·š® š“ššŖ šŖš¼šŖš»... šššš ššššš Advait Singh Rathore. At twenty-four, he is everything the world respects- disciplined, brilliant... untouchable. A Secret Agent who doesn't just solve cases- he plays with them. He smiles easily. Laughs like nothing ever touched him. Sunshine in human form. But chaos? It lives in his bones. Because behind that charm... is a man who knows exactly when to strike- and how to burn everything down. All he ever wanted- was peace. ā„ Niharika Ira Pratap Rajput. Princess of Udaipur. Thirty-two. Elegance wrapped in authority... terror wrapped in silk. To the world, a businesswoman. To the underworld- The Black Mask. Ruthless. Calculated. Power is her truth. Control is her language. Until... him. She doesn't fall in love. She fixates. She claims. She owns. And she wants Advait Singh Rathore. But he refuses. āššØš® ššš§'š š”ššÆš š¦š.ā For the first time- something slips out of her control. And that becomes obsession. Where she is silence-he is calm before destruction. She breaks people-he dismantles them with a smile. She is danger wrapped in obsession. He is pain disguised as chaos. And somewhere between resistance and ruin... something shifts. āšš”š¢š¬ š¢š¬š§'š š„šØšÆš...ā āšš”šš§ š¬ššØš© š¦š..ā For the first time, The Black Mask risks everything- her empire, her power, her control- for a man who wants nothing to do with her world. But love like this was never meant to survive.
