Prologue

A Deal with the Devil

Mumbai, the city of dreams, sparkled under the moonlight. But in its darkest corners, nightmares thrived.

Isha Mathur never believed in fate—until that night.

It started as an evening of success. The grand art exhibition at Mumbai’s prestigious Oberoi Art Gallery had been her dream come true. She was surrounded by critics, collectors, and admirers, celebrating her talent.

She should have been happy.

But happiness was a fleeting illusion.

Because in a single moment, her life shattered.

A gunshot.

A lifeless body collapsing in an alley.

And piercing dark eyes locking onto hers.

She should have screamed. She should have run. But fear caged her.

Then, the predator moved.

Rudra Singh.

A name whispered in fear across the city. A man known for his power, ruthlessness, and complete lack of mercy.

And now, his attention was on her.

"Going somewhere, sweetheart?" His deep voice was a slow, dangerous drawl.

Isha felt her body turn cold. The world blurred around her. There were people inside the gallery, but none of them could save her. Because the man before her didn’t leave loose ends.

She knew what came next.

She was a witness. A liability.

And Rudra Singh didn’t let liabilities walk free.

But instead of pulling the trigger, he did something worse.

He made a choice.

"You saw something you shouldn’t have, Isha." His voice was almost calm. "And now, there are only two ways this ends."

Her breath hitched. "W-what do you mean?"

His lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. More like a warning. "One option—you disappear. Forever."

She swallowed, terror clawing up her throat.

"And the other?" she whispered, already knowing she wouldn’t like the answer.

Rudra stepped closer, his presence suffocating. "You become mine."

Her heart stopped.

"What?" she choked out.

His eyes held no mercy. No warmth. Only cold, hard certainty.

"A forced marriage, sweetheart. A deal to keep you alive. Either you become my wife, or you don’t leave this city at all."

Isha’s world tilted.

This wasn’t a choice. This was a death sentence disguised as marriage.

She had walked into this night expecting to celebrate her success.

Instead, she had become the bride of the devil.

And there was no way out.

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End of Prologue

Hope you all like it, and please tell me how it was. I really don't want to bore you all with a long chapter, so I have written a little short of chapters and prologue. Bye see you at my chapter, and I hope you have a good day , and there is a song for you all.

"What a Wonderful World" by Louis Armstrong:

"I see trees of green, red roses too

I see them bloom for me and you

And I think to myself, what a wonderful world."

"I see skies of blue and clouds of white

The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night

And I think to myself, what a wonderful world."

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