"Pyaar ke is khel mein, raaz bhi the... aur junoon bhi."

Meher is an undercover agent on a mission — bring the leader of an underworld empire to his knees.
The only problem?
She doesn’t realize she’s falling in love with the man she’s meant to destroy.

Rayaan Malik doesn’t believe in love.
He believes in power. In control. In loyalty earned through blood.

Until Meher walks into his empire — soft-spoken, steady-eyed, and far more dangerous than she appears.

He lets her close.
Too close.

Then one night, inside his own warehouse, he hears boots before he feels the gun.

Metal presses to the back of his head.

“Turn around. You’ve been cornered.”

Her voice.
Steady. Commanding. Familiar.

He turns.
And finds Meher standing in tactical black, eyes stripped of softness, finger firm on the trigger.

Not his lover.
Not his weakness.
His hunter.

“Let’s get this underworld king killed.”

King.
Not Rayaan.

He searches her face for hesitation.
There is none.

She pulls the trigger.
The bullet tears through his shoulder.
Blood stains the concrete.
His men raise their weapons.

“Stand down....No one hurts my poison,” he orders.

Even bleeding, even betrayed, he won’t let anyone touch her.

Agents force him to his knees.
Cold cuffs lock around his wrists.

She doesn’t look away.
Doesn’t tremble.
Doesn’t apologize.

To the world, he is a criminal captured.
To her team, he is a mission accomplished.

To him,She is the only person who ever had the power to break him.

“You missed,” he whispers as they drag him past her.

“I didn’t,” she replies.

Because the bullet was never meant for his heart.

It was meant for his trust.

In a world where trust is a trap and love is a liability, hidden identities collide with illicit desire — and sometimes, the greatest secret isn’t betrayal.

It’s the concealment of Ishq itself.

He survived the gunshot.

The question is—

Will he survive her?