Italian X Indian Zyran Russo, the 30 years old cunning and notorious Mafia of Italy, reigns Supreme over his domain with an iron fist. His imposing physique and intimidating aura strike fear into the hearts of his enemies. His dominance forged from a mix of brutal force and cunning manipulations. His empire built upon a foundation of fear, blood and a sweet addiction of power, has severe anger issues and aggressive in nature which is feared by everyone, respects his parents and his brother especially his mother who is literally the epitome of kindness. Vrinda Anand, a 20 years old innocent naive Indian Maiden, from Vrindaban, sensitive and fragile, blessed with angelic features and the most mouthwatering figure, a dehearted devotee of Lord Krishna, came to Italy for further botany studies with her soulmate aka her bestie, who is a human shield for her, Vrinda owns a small yet cozy florist shop as she loves to spend her time with nature and plants, although she came to a foreign country but the love for her culture and country made her carry her culture everywhere she goes, loves to wear Indian clothes especially Saree, has a special place for waistchains.

🌹 DEVIL'S LITTLE BRIDE 🌹 He is the ruthless devil-Tyler Morozova, a cold Mafia king feared across Russia, untouched by love, untouched by women. She is Tara Sharma, a pure-hearted Indian girl devoted to her family and her God, stepping into college with dreams of art and innocence. Two worlds-one drenched in blood, the other glowing with faith. Two souls-one cursed by hatred, the other blessed with purity. Fate has only one plan: to make the Devil claim his little bride. "When the Devil meets his angel, innocence becomes his greatest obsession." He vowed never to touch a woman... until fate gave him his bride." . "Her prayers reached the heavens, but destiny delivered her to the Devil." . "A ruthless king of sin. A pure daughter of faith. One marriage that will burn the world."

That tune. Soft. Familiar. Haunting. She turned slowly... her breath caught in her throat. There he was. Standing in the shadows, just beyond the emergency exit. "I'll follow you wherever you go" "No," she whispered. "No, no, no, shhh, Meera, calm down. It's just a hallucination. Just a hallucination. Just-" She broke into a run, blind and desperate, nearly tripping over her own feet. And crashed straight into something - or rather someone. IZRAEL'S FIAMA #Upcoming Sept 2025

"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK

{Desi X Videshi series #3} "N-N-Nahi hum aap ke samne haath jodte hain aaj nahi hume bohot dard h-hota hai." she cried out while joining her hands in front of him. "Idhar aa jaldi!" he commanded her in his authoritative voice making her stomach churn and insides shudder. "N-N-Nahi jaane dein hume. Ye mat karein." she cried out loudly when he started to charge towards her. She decided to run in opposite direction in order to save herself but before she could even take a single step away from her place he was standing right in front of her and snatched her dupatta away from her. _______ "Can you give me a glass of water?" He asked her in his cold and stoic voice which always scares her because he looks too intimidating to her. "J-J-Ji? Aap ne abhi kya kaha humare samajh mein n-nahi aya." She said while her eyes lowered at the floor finding it most interesting thing in the world. "Kya aap humein ek glass paani de sakti hain?" as soon as these words escaped her mouth her head snapped towards him. Her honey brown eyes wide as they will come out soon. Tears welled up in her eyes because no one has ever talked to her with this much respect and calmness. Moreover, she was shocked too after hearing him talking in her native language which she didn't even expect from him. Ryker Verlice, the most feared mob boss of Ireland. Everyone fears him because of his intimidated and impatient aura. His anger issues are cherry on top. He cares for nothing literally nothing but what happens when a caged and scared beauty catches his eyes? Inaayat, the caged and scared beauty is serving the thakurs since her childhood. She has no identity except the maid of the thakurs. No one knows her because she lives hidden by the thakurs. They have broken her to the extent that she couldn't trust anyone but what will happen when an unknown intimidating man will start standing up for her? {His baccha ♥️ Her rehbar} •Caged princess •Age gap •Emotional story