𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬. Love is hope for the hopeless and sin for the saint. Love is both a salvation for the lost and a temptation for the righteous. It drives people to cross lines they swore never to. But when two souls intertwine, promising to hold each other till eternity, love becomes something far more profound-both a sin and a salvation.

[On Hold] She didn't know where she was being sent. Her stepmother had told her it was just a job-cleaning, serving, nothing more. But when she stepped in his penthouse, a shiver crawled down her spine. Something wasn't right. The house was silent, dark and cold. The fragrance of something loomed something she couldn't name. Fear? Temptation? Fate? And then, she sees him. Vidyut Roy. Tall, handsome, and devastatingly powerful. A man whose name carries sins-one who is feared, despised (hated) and utterly ruthless. The world already hates him for what he did to his ex-wife, Avyah, for the way he destroyed her without remorse. He was never a hero, never a savior. He was a man who owned, who controlled, who consumed. Mira, on the other hand, is a walking, talking storm of emotions. The kind of girl who dramatically stares out of windows when it rains, narrating her own tragic backstory like she's in a movie. She picks fights with her own conscience, trips over flat surfaces and laughs at her own joke and never shuts up. She is a mess of contradictions wrapped in one stubborn, cute, innocent, dramatic package. But. She doesn't know, this is a cage. And he is already holding the key.

"You're never going to talk to him again," he growls, voice thick with dark hunger against my skin. My body tightens, caught between dread and a craving I can't control. "If I see you near him," his breath is hot, low, intoxicating, "I'll fucking kill him. And then I'll make you remember how much you belong to me." ༺❀༻ 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬. 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐄𝐧𝐝. Lily thought falling in love with Neel Khanna was the most dangerous thing she'd ever do, but then she met his best friend, Rehyan Malhotra. And now she's caught between the boy who shattered her and the one who's been putting her back together. But that's not it. There's something else. A shadow moving beneath the surface. A phantom steering through the system, untouchable, unseen, rewriting the rules of power. No one knows who they are. No one can stop them. But Lily feels them closing in. Like she was never meant to escape. She was meant to be found.

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+