Shravika Kapoor didn't choose Vedant Shekhawat. Her stepfather chose him for her — to settle a debt, in the middle of the night, while she was still in her pajamas.
One moment she had a life. Next, she had a husband she'd never met and a marriage she never agreed to, and the most dangerous man in the city was looking at her like he had already decided everything.
She was furious.
She was also, inconveniently, not afraid of him.
That was her first mistake.
Vedant Shekhawat didn't need a wife. He needed the appearance of one — something to quiet the pressure building inside his empire. It was supposed to be a transaction. Clean. Controlled. Emotionally uncomplicated.
Then he saw her photograph, and clean and controlled stopped being available to him.
She pushes back on everything. He crowds her space and calls it nothing. She tells herself she feels nothing. He knows she's lying before she does. Between them is the kind of tension that doesn't resolve — it only builds, until the night it finally doesn't, and everything they've been pretending becomes impossible to pretend any longer.
But Vedant's world is not a gentle one. And the moment she became his, she became a target for every enemy who has ever wanted to bring him to his knees.
He would burn the city down before he let that happen.
She just has to decide if she's willing to let him.
Falling for the Devil is a dark, steamy Indian mafia romance about a forced marriage, an impossible man, and the woman who walked into the devil's world and accidentally made it worth protecting.