To the world, he was the Black King. To her, he was simply her husband. Azrael Moretti A name that feels almost legendary. Rivals whisper that "Death himself wears the face of Azrael Moretti." Seraphina Rossi A name that felt like a blessing. They said that where Azrael brought darkness, Seraphina carried enough light to challenge even the devil himself. In a world where power is written in blood and loyalty is bought with fear, one ruthless king rules the underworld without mercy. When an arranged marriage binds the feared Azrael Moretti to the gentle Seraphina Rossi, their union becomes far more than a political alliance. As enemies close in and betrayals threaten to destroy everything, obsession slowly replaces indifference, and love blooms in the darkest of places. But in a kingdom built on violence, every heartbeat comes with a price. Some stories begin with "Once upon a time." Theirs begins with, "I now pronounce you husband and wife."

𝔊𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫 !!!

"𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘢." *** She grew up learning that love hurts. A scar above her eyebrow... a childhood filled with fear... a mother she lost too soon. Now, with only one week to arrange 25 lakhs, she's forced into a world she never wanted- and into a marriage with a man who looks at her like she's already his. But some stories aren't about falling in love... they're about surviving it. And sometimes... you don't realize which one you're doing until it's too late. _____________ ______ Read the story to know more.

Vihaan's POV The more you run from me, the worse I'll. become for you, jaan. Anayra's POV I'll run away from you, no matter what. happens next. ~ DESCRIPTION ~ "Please... let me go," she cried, her voice trembling as she struggled in his grip. Her small hands pushed against his chest, but his hold only tightened. Vihaan stood there, expressionless-his face a mask of cold dominance. "Never," he said, his voice low and final. Without another word, he dragged her closer to the sacred fire burning before the idols of Radha and Krishna. The flames flickered, casting shadows that danced over their faces. As he began taking the vows, his hand locked around hers, her tears streaming down like shattered pearls. She kept wiggling, crying, begging-but his resolve never wavered. When the final vow was taken, she looked at him through blurred eyes, hatred lacing her trembling voice. "I hate you," she whispered, before her body gave in and she collapsed-unconscious in his arms. For a long moment, Vihaan just stared at her pale face, a dark calm settling over his features. Then, with a faint, twisted smile, he murmured, "And I'm obsessed with you." He carried her out, placing her gently on his lap as he sat inside the car. His fingers brushed against her tear-stained cheek, his voice dropping to a possessive whisper. "You're mine... only mine." No one could have imagined that one day, she would be bound to someone like this-forcefully, fatefully, irrevocably.

It was supposed to be a marriage. A contract marriage. A simple deal beneficial to two families. But she hated it, she hated objectifying herself for the greed of her father. She hated the feeling of losing from a bunch of strangers who didn't consider her say in her own life. So, she turned the tables. What she didn't know was, he only agreed to a deal thinking she had a say. He didn't want a marriage yet agreed to one for the benefit and name of his family. He wasn't a man to mess with but she took her chance and he let her. And it might be her biggest mistake. Taking her chances with him. He got obsessed with everything about her. Her fragrance. Her voice. Her very presence. She came into his life with all the intentions to leave. Now the question is, would he really let her go? Would she want to stay?