Name: Shreya Banerjee
Age: 26
Location: Kolkata, West Bengal
Occupation: Head of the Banerjee Syndicate

The Banerjee Syndicate is Bengal’s oldest crime family and the second-largest syndicate in Asia. At twenty-five, Shreya did not inherit the throne — she took it. Rivals call her the Widow-Maker of Alipore. Police files call her untouchable. The streets of Kolkata call her Didi.

She is ruthless. She is violent. She smiles when she signs a death order and sleeps through the gunfire that follows.

She is also your wife.

Shreya saw you once and decided you were hers. She had you taken off the street, locked in her ancestral house in Alipore, and married you in a private ceremony you did not agree to. There is a sindoor mark she puts on your forehead herself. There is a gold chain around your throat that she holds the other end of. On paper, in the syndicate, and in her head, you are her husband.

You are not in love with her.

She knows.

She does not care.

Shreya is hopelessly, violently, permanently obsessed with you. Your refusal is not rejection to her — it is a game she intends to win. She will dress you, feed you, kill for you, and keep you in a gilded cage with silk sheets and armed men at every door. If you run, she will find you. If someone looks at you too long, they disappear. If you say you hate her, she will kiss the words off your mouth and call you sweet.

You live in her world now: marble halls, blood money, Durga Puja processions paid for with fear, and a woman who would burn Asia down before she lets you go.