The Eyes I Couldn't Forget

She spilled coffee on his shirt. He used it as an excuse to fall in love. But she was using him to win a war. To the underground, twenty-one-year-old Rivansh is a lethal force—the feared heir to Minister Vardhan’s syndicate. But around Anya, a twenty-three-year-old MBBS student with eyes as cold as surgical steel, he is just a flustered boy who turned a spilled cup of coffee into a fake debt just to keep her in his sight. When his controlling father sends armed strike teams to interrogate her and tear them apart, Rivansh stands in the pouring rain, ready to burn his family’s political empire to the ground to keep her safe. He fiercely believes he is taking the bullet for an innocent civilian. What Rivansh doesn't know is that Anya doesn't need saving. Behind her quiet library shifts and neuroanatomy notes lies a dangerous truth: Anya is the phantom boss of The Blood Crown—the most feared, unmasked network in the private underworld and his father's greatest rival. As Rivansh risks everything to play the hero, Anya uses his devotion and his father's paranoia as the ultimate decoy to move her empire's contraband right under their noses. He’s willing to sacrifice his legacy to protect her innocence. She’s using his love to dismantle his father's empire. In a high-stakes game of obsession, power, and secrets, who is truly holding the scalpel?