She walked into a bar to drown a heartbreak. She walked out as someone’s property. Inayat Shekhawat never imagined one wrong night in Russia would shatter her life beyond repair. Because of a missing bar dancer, a filthy mistake. A silent auction masked as a yearly mafia meeting. And suddenly, a woman who was never meant to be sold is trafficked like currency. Bought by Zaidyn Markov—a powerful Russian mafia man who doesn’t believe in mercy, doesn’t believe in love and doesn’t care about broken women. He didn’t want her. He didn’t need her. But the deal was done. Two hundred days. That’s how long she’s forced to live under his roof. That’s how long he owns what was never meant to be owned. But Inayat is not weak. She is not compliant. And she refuses to let her story end as a victim’s. This isn’t a tale of desire wrapped in darkness. This is a story of rage, resistance, survival and a woman fighting a system designed to erase her. Because some obsessions don’t begin with love. They begin with control. Inayat Shekhawat:— “You can cage my body but don’t mistake that for owning my will.” Zaidyn Markov:— “I don’t save people. I survive them.”