Married to the Enemy, Claimed by the King

## 🖋️ **Author POV – From Aish l'inarrestabile".**

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Look.

I told Aira not to look at him.

I screamed at her (in my head) to walk away the second she saw Yuvraj Malhotra standing at that gala in all black, sinfully smirking like he knew her soul already belonged to him.

But did she listen?

No.

She blinked at him like a challenge — and that was it. BOOM. Love story activated. Bullets loaded. Wedding dress pending.

And then there's Yuvraj.

Did I try to make him normal?

Yes.

Did he let me?

Absolutely *not*. This man tore up the script, threatened my plot, and said, *"She's mine. Rewrite everything."*

He doesn't fall in love.

He *hunts* it.

And me?

I just sit here sipping cold coffee while my characters fight, flirt, fall apart, and fall in love... violently.

It's not *just* romance. It's a blood-stained, stiletto-wearing, wine-glass-throwing, obsession-laced legacy.

So if you see Yuvraj manhandles another threat or lifts Aira mid-fight, just know—

I created him.

And I *lost* control

> — **Aish l'inarrestabile".**

> *a.k.a. the chaos controller who no longer controls anything* 😈

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