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+

#Book-2 in Lost Royalty series ( CAN BE READ STANDALONE ) He is heartless, While she is a heart specialist He kills mercilessly, And she lives to save lives Both are accustomed to blood, but with different intentions: One to give back life, the other to snatch lives In the collision of their paths, will they find a way to reconcile their differences or remain irreconcilable opposites? What will happen when destiny plays its game, binding them in a knot of marriage of convenience, where both are forced to marry each other, just to fulfill a promise?

Who said people with perfect pasts don't have broken parts to them and who said people with shattered pasts don't have a sense of fulfilment in them? When she has learned the definition of love from her parents and desires a match just like them, would life offer it to her? Would her definition of love ever change? Despite knowing what love is, does she really know what it means? He is ready to challenge her definition of love and redefine it in his own words. But when he comes from a past of incomplete relationships, how would he find fulfillment in their own love? When he himself does not know what love means, how would he redefine it for her? And above all the questions, can love be taught and learned? Adhvita Maan, the eldest daughter of the family, has always admired what her parents had. "Papa kaha karte the ki unhe mumma mein apna sukoon dikhta hai. Kya aapko mujh mein apna sukoon dikhta hai?" Saanjh Raizaada, the only son of the family, has always despised what his parents had. "Meine rishton mein bas bechaini mehsoos ki hai. Kya aap meri iss baichaini ko door karengi?" When love creates a chaos of colours, then those bikhre rang paints a beautiful picture called life. How would they find sukoon in this chaos of bikhre rang?