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The storm outside match the rage in Zain's heart as he stood in the drawing-room of the ancestral haveli. He had spent years abroad, trying to forget the family ties that bound him to this place. But his father's illness had brought him back, face-to-face with the stubborn, independent Maryam. Maryam, the daughter of Zain's uncle, was not someone who could be easily intimidated. As Zain stared at her with cold arrogance, she returned his gaze with quiet defiance. 'You think you can rule this house just because you returned, Zain?' she asked. Zain took a step closer, his eyes flashing. 'Rule? No, Maryam. I don't want to rule. I want to burn the arrogance out of you.'