Virasat: His Revenge. Her Ruin.
Devraj is on the verge of becoming one of the country's youngest MLAs, while Vedika is determined to expose the system that made him powerful. She was supposed to be just a political pawn, but she became his greatest weakness. "𝑰𝒕’𝒔 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝑽𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒌𝒂." "𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆-" "𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕?" His grip tightened just enough to make her breath hitch. "𝑺𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒚. 𝑻𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕." Her breath hitched. "𝑫𝒆𝒗, 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆." A slow smirk curved his lips. "𝑱𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒂, 𝑰 𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒕." She glared at him, even as her body betrayed her. "𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒆𝒙-𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅’𝒔 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆." "𝑭𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖," she snapped, rolling her eyes. He leaned closer, gently biting her earlobe before murmuring. "𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍… 𝒊𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰’𝒎 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝒋𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒂?" But the deeper Vedika digs, the more dangerous the truth becomes. Because some secrets were buried for a reason. And for the first time, Devraj must choose between the Virasat he was born to protect and the woman he would die to protect.
