She was raised to be a poison meant for one man's heart. He married her to end a war he didn't know he was already losing. Neither of them expected the poison to fall in love with the cure. Vishakha has never had a name that was truly hers. Raised inside the Kaalratri Order - a centuries-old sect that breeds vishkanyas, poison-maidens, the way old kings once did - she has spent twenty-six years becoming a weapon with only one purpose: marry Kritanta Rajvansh, heir to an empire built on her family's ashes, and end his bloodline from the inside. Kritanta Rajvansh has buried enough people to know exactly what a knife looks like wearing a wedding sari. He marries her anyway - for peace, for politics, for a grandmother's manipulations he doesn't yet understand - and tells himself he can control anything that walks into his house. He is wrong. So is she. Between a haveli full of family secrets, a brother's forbidden love, a sister's long-nursed vengeance, and an uncle whose loyalty has been a thirty-year lie, Vishakha and Kritanta will have to decide whether the marriage that was built to destroy them both is the only thing strong enough to save them - before the Order collects on the vow written in her blood before she could even speak it.