Dedication To every girl who has survived the storm and learned to dance in the rain. To the silent warriors who hide their scars behind smiles and their pain behind strength. To those who still believe in love, even after being broken by it. This story is for you- For the Shivanyas of the world, Who rise, who fight, Who choose themselves before choosing anyone else. And to the Mahirs- The rare souls who love without possession, Who hold space instead of cages. This is a tale of healing, of heartbreak, Of obsession versus devotion. Of finding freedom in the arms of the right kind of love.

A twisted tale of obsession, control, and the kind of darkness that doesn't just haunt you... it 'owns' you. Where manipulation is foreplay, and love is just another weapon. (Mature content ahead! Reader discretion is adviced )

To the world he was a beast but for her he would do anything. He could have the world but all he wanted was her. They say the things we want most are the things we can't have. For she was so afraid of him that even the thought of him could have her running for the hills. Little did she know that she was the only one who didn't have to be afraid of him. Credits for the cover go to @Chatachino for the amazing cover.

[ THIS STORY IS ON HOLD ]

A devil rules a land of sin, whose soil whispers forbiddance. Zyran didn't know the meaning of desire being burned and one forced to be quiet. Until she came meandering into his land. All he wanted was her the moment she came before his eyes. A mistake of hers. According to him. Until he knew her biggest mistake. Her still loving her dead husband. "You are mine, no matter what." He say out loud for her to hear. "I am a widow." She again presses on the same thing. He smile at her, "A fucking cherry on the cake." Dark romance| 18+