Mine to take

Meerah had lost everything she ever loved. Her father, her home, her inheritance - all taken away by her cruel uncle. She had only one thing left, a promise, a ring. A ring that linked her to a man she had never seen. She was destined to be Murtuza Khan's bride, since the day she was born. For years she had longed for him, but he never showed up. Her uncle grew impatient and decided to marry her off to his repulsive son. Murtuza Khan was a ruthless man, his hands stained with the blood of many. The people feared and admired him, but no one knew his true face. He always wore a wolf mask, concealing his identity. Men said he was deformed, but women dreamed of his seductive jawline. He learned that his betrothed was about to wed another, he felt nothing, Murtuza had no faith in old vows. But the world conspired for them to meet, and the unwanted vow was forced upon him. That's when he realised... She was his to take, And he was hers to claim.