Rivan Rathore is control.
Aashvi Malhotra is chaos.
He hides behind silence.
She hides behind a smile.
He builds walls.
She walks straight through them.
And when chaos steps into control’s world—
it doesn’t ask for permission.
It takes over.
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Rivan Rathore is control.
Aashvi Malhotra is chaos.
He hides behind silence.
She hides behind a smile.
He builds walls.
She walks straight through them.
And when chaos steps into control’s world—
it doesn’t ask for permission.
It takes over.
Aashvi Malhotra
She understands broken minds.
Calm. Observant. Unpredictable.
She doesn’t react.
She studies.
She waits.
And then—she knows exactly where to strike.
She smiles like everything is a game.
And maybe it is.
Because while others look at people—
she looks through them.
Including him.
Rivan Rathore
He fixes broken bodies.
Precise. Controlled. Untouchable.
He doesn’t make mistakes.
He doesn’t lose control.
He doesn’t feel more than necessary.
In the operating room—
he plays god.
In the shadows—
he ends lives just as easily as he saves them.
People fear him.
People obey him.
And he prefers it that way.
Until her.
This is the title of the book
He fixes broken bodies.
She understands broken minds.
Rivan Rathore is control.
Aashvi Malhotra is chaos.
And when chaos walks into control’s territory—
something is bound to break.
Not just rules.
Not just boundaries.
But people.
Because this isn’t just a rivalry.
It’s a war.
And in this war—
love isn’t weakness.
It’s a weapon.
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