𝙑𝙄𝘼𝘼𝙉'𝙎 𝙋𝙊𝙑

I wasn’t born a devil; I was made into one.

The halls of Suryavanshi Palace may gleam with grandeur, but behind the ornate walls lies a world of expectations, betrayal, and a coldness that no crown can shield you from.

At nine years old, I was sent away—a punishment for being too wild, too unruly, too much for a father like Vivaan Suryavanshi to handle.

The gilded gates of the palace closed behind me, and I stepped into the harsh reality of a hostel where weakness was a luxury no one could afford.

For nine years, I lived among wolves, sharpening my instincts, building my walls.
I learned to be heartless because being soft was a death sentence.

By the time I returned to Rajasthan at eighteen, I was no longer the boy they had sent away.
But even then, my stay was brief. My father had plans for me, and they didn’t include staying home.
So, I left again, this time for business studies abroad.

The years away gave me everything—power, intelligence, and the ability to play the long game.

But it cost me everything, too. I’m not close to anyone in my family, not even my father or mother.

Only Mishti, my elder sister, ever managed to see through the ice. She was the only one who made me feel human.

When I returned for her wedding at twenty-three, it should’ve been a celebration.

Instead, tragedy struck—a single accident, and the world I knew crumbled into ashes.

Now, all that’s left of me is vengeance. Calm, cold, calculated—people call me the devil for a reason.

My enemies are countless, but I am untouchable.

My IQ makes me unbeatable; my lack of emotion makes me unstoppable.

The prince of Rajasthan, the heir to the Suryavanshi Empire, I’ve mastered the art of the game.

And this time, the stakes are higher than ever.

To defeat my opponent, I need the perfect pawn. Anshita Sherawat.

The girl who was always there, lingering on the edges of my world, unnoticed but never invisible.
I didn’t acknowledge her then, but I felt her presence.

Now, she’ll play the most important role in my plan. At her wedding, I gave her an offer she couldn’t refuse—a marriage proposal not born of love but of strategy.

Love is for fools. My heart? It’s a fortress built from pain and sealed with hate.
At least, that’s what I’ve always believed. But life has a way of twisting even the best-laid plans.

And in this game of revenge, even devils might bleed.

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𝙇𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙑𝙞𝙖𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙤 𝙛𝙖𝙧.

𝙇𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨, 𝙚𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙤𝙧 𝙗𝙖𝙙.

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