BLURB

1996.

A college where violence earns respect and silence keeps you alive.

Raghav Thakur doesn’t fall in love.

He claims.

Only son of a zamindar. Topper by merit. Gunda by nature. A filthy mouth, fists quicker than thought, and anger that leaves bodies behind. Teachers tolerate him because he wins. Students fear him because he never loses.

Then he sees Janaki.

An orphan. No surname worth mentioning. No family to defend her. Quiet, sharp-eyed, and painfully indifferent to his power. She doesn’t stop him when he fights. She doesn’t fear him either. To her, his violence is irrelevant.

That indifference becomes his addiction.

He doesn’t want her affection.

He wants her belonging.

He falls into obsession—day by day, deeper, darker—until devotion replaces reason. He feeds her ghar ka khana, guards her silence, and turns devotion into possession. To him, she is not a choice—she is fate. A vow. A religion. Learns restraint not because he’s changed, but because she is worth controlling himself for.

She doesn’t fall fast.

She falls slow.

Because loving a man like Raghav Thakur isn’t romance—it’s a risk.

The world revolts.

An orphan with a zamindar’s heir?

Society spits its questions like curses.

His father’s voice carries disgust and disbelief:

“Pata nahi kaun hai, kahan se aayi hai, kya jaat hai, kis khandaan ki hai…

kise byaah kar laane jaa raha hai Raghav?”

And Raghav Thakur answers without blinking—

“Woh meri hai.

Uski jaat bhi main hoon.

Uska khandaan bhi main hoon.

Janaki apne Raghav ki hi hogi—

is janam mein, agle janam mein,

har janam mein… sirf meri.”

A dark college romance where obsession is sacred, love is dangerous, and society stands no chance against a man

who has already decided

she is his forever.