Ananya was the perfect Indian bride - soft-spoken, innocent, raised to believe marriage was sacred. Kabir Malhotra was the man every family wanted: rich, powerful, devastatingly handsome... and completely unhinged behind closed doors. What started as an arranged marriage quickly became a cage. His love is obsession. His touch is ownership. His anger leaves bruises that no amount of silk can hide. Ananya is trapped between fear and a dangerous, addictive pull she doesn't understand. Because the same hands that hurt her are the only ones that make her feel alive. In a world of dark love, jealousy, and madness... Some obsessions don't let go. They consume.

They had been married for seven years, and Seraphina believed their love was strong enough to survive anything. Until she walked into Dominic's office and found him with Natalia, his assistant. Natalia stepped closer, and Dominic's hand settled around her waist. He didn't move away. Instead, he pulled her closer, allowing their lips to meet in a slow, deliberate kiss. But the kiss wasn't what broke Seraphina. It was the moment before it, when Dominic could have stepped back but chose not to. The way his hand tightened around Natalia's waist made Seraphina realise that he hadn't simply let the moment happen. He had allowed it. Dominic pulled away only when he noticed his wife standing silently in the doorway. Seraphina said nothing. She simply walked away, leaving behind the marriage she had trusted and the man she had loved. Now Dominic must face the consequences of his choice, while Seraphina must decide whether a love built over seven years deserves a second chance-or whether some betrayals are too deep to forgive.