Veeresh… the name alone could send shivers down anyone’s spine. A king in the deserts of Rajasthan, yet a businessman whose empire spanned continents. To the world, he was untouchable—cold, calculated, and sharp as a blade. Every decision he made in the boardroom echoed like a verdict, and every step in the underworld whispered of power that no one dared challenge. They called him a magnate, a mastermind, a man who could crush rivals with a glance and make allies kneel with a word.

But behind the steel-cold exterior was a man fiercely loyal to the ones he loved, a man who could move mountains for family and heart. Veeresh lived by rules of his own making—ruthless with enemies, protective with those who mattered, and dangerously magnetic in ways that both terrified and captivated. In business, in love, in life—he played the game his way, and the world could only watch.

And then… she arrived. The one who could unravel the armor he wore so effortlessly, the one who challenged him, infuriated him, and stirred a desire he had long buried under ambition and power. She was his greatest threat… and perhaps, unknowingly, his only chance at surrendering to love.

Enemies to lovers, indeed.

Poornima Singh Mewar—a name that carried the legacy of royalty, yet she walked her own path, untethered by expectations. A princess of Rajasthan, born into grandeur, yet her heart had always craved freedom more than crowns. Unlike others in her family, she had no interest in stepping into the shadow of the family business. Her kingdom was not a palace or an empire, but the world she built with her own hands.

Educated in London, she returned to India with ideas that clashed with tradition. She was a restauranteur, the proud owner of a chain of restaurants across Rajasthan, each space a reflection of her taste, her vision, and her fierce independence. People admired her drive, yet Poornima remained quietly enigmatic—a woman who laughed lightly, smiled less often, and hid the fractures of her past behind an elegant composure.

Because beneath the poise, she was a broken child—scarred by circumstances that no royal upbringing could shield her from. She found solace in books, losing herself in stories that whispered the truths she could not speak aloud. And secretly, in the quiet corners of her life, she wrote. On Wattpad, behind the username no one knew, she penned steamy, forbidden tales—words that gave her control she never felt in the real world.

Poornima was a paradox—neither too strong to be invincible nor too weak to be fragile. She carried her past like a shadow, her dreams like a torch, and her heart… well, her heart was waiting, perhaps unknowingly, for someone dangerous enough to challenge her yet gentle enough to see her real self