A marriage of ruin. A love of obsession. A crown forged in darkness. Both tied in a marriage they never wanted... but feelings changed. She was not the woman she appeared to be - she was walking death. He craved her, he wanted her, she became his obsession. She was the only sin he craved. She was the only oxygen he breathed. Her presence was fire, her silence was storm. She warned, "Barbaad kar denge aapko..." And he whispered, "Hum barbaad hone ko tayar hai... agar aap hamare saath ho." She was chaos wrapped in elegance, a crown of thorns disguised as love. He was ruin dressed in devotion, ready to burn kingdoms for her touch. Together, they weren't a love story - they were a war written in silver and smoke.