An innocent heart collided with a ruthless soul, in a world where mercy had no place. Fate, ever cruel, bound them in a dance neither could escape. Written in Reverie - the second book in the Ruthless Ties series - is a story about the collision of innocence and ruthlessness, of shattered dreams and rewritten fates. The story of an undestined fate - of two souls from completely opposite worlds, opposite bloodlines - colliding in a marriage built on convenience, forced consequences, and the crushing weight of duty and morality, set against a backdrop of a morally grey world. Alekha Agnihotri, the eldest princess of the Agnihotri family, watches her heart, her hopes, and her dreams shatter in a single night. With no path left to choose, she is forced to accept her fate as the enemies of her nation, Auveria, step forward in her rescue. In Rostavich, she is surrounded by threats cloaked in shadows; safety is a fleeting illusion. But standing between her and annihilation is Igor Sokolov - a man with no heart, no mercy. A killer. A ruthless villain carved from ice and blood, whose hands have long forgotten kindness. And yet, in the ashes of lost dreams and fractured loyalties, a story neither of them was meant to live begins to unfold.

❝𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚❞ I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 } | | Mature content 18+| |