Prologue — "Ashes & Handcuffs"
In a city of sirens and shadows dim,
She walks with purpose, eyes cold and grim.
A badge on her chest, but scars on her skin,
Haunted by ghosts that echo within.
Books were her world, cats curled in bed,
But law became her shield instead.
An iron heart wrapped in a velvet cage,
Priya Thakur—fire, silence, rage.
He ruled the dark with blood-stained grace,
A crownless king in a nameless place.
Zayne—the devil with angel's face,
With a gun in his coat and a dangerous pace.
He never bowed, never knelt,
But his heart cracked the day she dealt—
A look of steel, a voice so stern,
And suddenly, he felt… a burn.
Fate stitched their names in secret thread,
One chasing law, one painting red.
He wanted power, she sought truth,
But both had bruises born in youth.
He whispered sin, she promised fight,
Yet in the dark, they both felt light.
Handcuffs or kisses—what would bind?
A twisted love, outlawed by time.
So the story begins where bullets cry,
Where stars fall silent in Delhi's sky.
Can love survive what law denies?
Can fire hold hands with a storm that flies?