The sin series - Book #2 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗟𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 He was raised in blood, Built by betrayal and silence. A Bratva heir who trusted power more than people, And love was the one thing he never believed in. She entered his world through an arranged marriage, A girl full of warmth, faith, and life. He spoke Russian. She spoke English. Yet somewhere between broken words, lingering stares, and quiet care, Two completely different worlds began to understand each other. What started as distance, Slowly became attachment. And then... love. But love was never meant to stay untouched in a world ruled by blood. One lie separated them. One enemy destroyed everything. She left carrying his unborn child, While he disappeared into darkness for years. Now after fifteen years, fate brings them back together again But not everything returns the same. Their son, Carries his blood, his eyes, his silence... But not his name in his heart. He talks to everyone except him. Laughs with others, listens to others, Yet treats Ilya like a stranger standing inside his own home. A father who lost fifteen years. A son who grew up without one. And between them stands Aarvi Still the only person capable of softening the monster the world fears. In a world of mafia wars, revenge, family, and second chances, Can broken bloodlines learn to become a family again? 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆𝐈𝐋𝐘𝐀 × 𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐈⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ ⋆.˚✮ 𝐀𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍 ✮˚.⋆ Start - 8/6/2026 End -

𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐗 𝐀𝐃𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐉 [𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗟 𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘] Devyani, 24 years old with curly long hair with dusky skin tone, at the young age she lost her mother and to survive in the cruel society she disguise herself as man and serve the kingdom as knight Adhiraj, the first prince of the kingdom rajgarh who only cares about the throne, he's cold, distance and dangerous everything devyani should stay away from What will happen when the force proximity bring them together??

This novel can be categorized as "he falls first and he falls harder" . . "Did you really think that after all that you've done to me, I would simply let you go, Rosalie? You might as well go to the Devil himself because otherwise, I will definitely find you. No matter what." One day, Wang Meiling, an ordinary office worker who likes to read romance fantasy books, wakes up in the body of Rosalie Ashter, a minor villainess in the R-rated fantasy novel that she was reading before this weird transmigration. As expected of the plot, Rosalie is supposed to die at the hands of her crazy and abusive brother Raphael, thus, armed with the detailed knowledge of the original story, Meiling is set to save the tragic villainess whose body she is now possessing and approaches Duke Damien Dio, the story's male lead who is suffering from the "Acme fever" curse. She offers him a one-year contract relationship, promising to help him relieve his suffering in exchange for his protection from the Ashter family and a hefty payment afterward. Although skeptical at first, Damien agrees to sign the contract, but when the time finally comes for Rosalie to leave the Duke, she realizes that ending their relationship might not be as easy as she thought. WARNING: The story contains mature content such as R18 scenes, obsessive/yandere behavior, domestic abuse, an indication of sexual abuse, and gaslighting. It will also include the depiction of violence and gore. Read at your own discretion.

⋆ּ ֶָ֢.𝓗𝓸𝔀 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓪 𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓻𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓯𝓮?࣪ ִֶָ☾ Intoxication isn't always physical; sometimes, it's emotional. And the intoxication that woman brings is so fucking addictive that even the demons inside me fall silent whenever her existence so much as brushes against mine. - 𝒵𝒶𝓎𝒹 𝓂𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓀 Terror is something I never felt, except that one time when that motherfucker entered my life like Shani. Till now, Ahvi Rana used to make others fear; now, it's him whom Ahvi Rana has started to fear. It's terrible. - 𝒜𝒽𝓋𝒾 𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒶

"𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔?" She screamed, shaking in her bridal attire, while aiming the gun at him. But he didn't answer, he just stepped closer until he was facing her. "𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐮𝐧 𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐮𝐦" she repeated, this time louder "And how dare you bring me here?" His gaze didn't waver, spitting out nothing more than a half-answer "Tumhare baap ki barbaadi" Her breath hitched. "Did you hear me?" his voice dropped, cold and precise. "Tumhare baap ki barbaadi hoon main" For a second, everything felt still but suddenly he reached for the gun and before she could react, he grabbed front of the gun...and pressed it against his own head. Her eyes widened. "What ar..are you doing-" "Go on" he cut her off, staring straight into her eyes. "Chalao goli" ------------------------------------------------------ "Why do you look at me like that?" she whispered, fingers trembling in her lap. He didn't blink. "Like what?" "Like I belong to you" He stepped closer, his voice low...steady..almost gentle. "You do" "I'm not something you can own." "I know." His thumb brushed her cheek, slow enough to make her shiver. "and that's what makes it interesting..is not it? because loving you normally was never an option for someone like me." [𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨, where this 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨, 𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝙧𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝙤𝒏𝒂𝙡 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝙣𝒔𝙞𝒕𝙮, leaving you shaken, breathless...and caught in a connection where one heart had already surrendered, while the other only knew how to fight it, until even denial started to feel dangerously fragile]

"Vyah karegi mere naal?" Mishika Verma should have known no good ever comes from answering men like Arjun Singh Grewal. She was a biotech student trying to build a future. He was power, influence and trouble wrapped in an expensive suit. The kind of man who got whatever he wanted. The kind of man who smiled while hiding secrets. And unfortunately for Mishika- he wanted her. What starts with stolen glances, relentless marriage proposals and impossible chemistry soon spirals into something far darker than either of them expected. Because some stories aren't love stories. Some are crime scenes. And sometimes the most dangerous person in the room isn't the one holding the weapon- it's the one holding the truth. ❝ The first mistake was meeting him. The second was thinking she ever knew him. ❞ ✦ Political Romance ✦ Dark Romance ✦ Mystery Thriller ✦ College Girl × Powerful Heir ✦ He Fell First ✦ Touch Her & Die ✦ Morally Grey Characters ✦ Obsession ✦ Secrets & Betrayal ✦ Forced Proximity ✦ Slow Burn ✦ Who Did This To You? ✦ Protective Hero ✦ Strong Female Lead ✦ Enemies to Lovers... or Maybe Worse

He wears discipline like a second skin. She carries quiet defiance in her eyes. Aryavardhan Singh Rathore, a Wing Commander, lives by control. Vritika Roy, a neurosurgeon, lives by restraint. They clash the moment they meet. He dislikes her calm. She resents his authority. So he watches her-not out of interest, but instinct. Observation becomes habit. Habit becomes something far more dangerous. He doesn't chase. He doesn't confess. He positions himself where her world slowly starts to close in. Because some men don't fall in love. They decide. Vritika realizes too late that being seen by him was never harmless. It was the beginning of possession. This is not a gentle love story. It is a slow burn of obsession, dominance, and forbidden desire- where hatred turns into hunger, and walking away was never an option. Enter only if you're ready for a romance that doesn't ask. It claims.

"Come with me, Hazel. Just once, give me a chance. I promise everything will be okay," he had whispered, his voice a low, urgent plea. But Hazel, even in her weakened state, had surprised him. Her response, a breathless, whispered "no," had been a stark rejection of his offer, a painful reminder of the depth of her distrust. His eyes had hardened, a flicker of his old self returning, but he quickly suppressed it. He knew she wasn't to blame. He had shattered her trust, and it was his responsibility to rebuild it, brick by painful brick. But for now, he had to resort to his second option, a more drastic measure, one that he had hoped to avoid. He reached into his pocket, his fingers closing around the cold, metallic cylinder of a syringe. He removed the cap, the sharp glint of the needle a chilling reflection of his desperate resolve. He filled it with a clear liquid, a potent sedative, his gaze fixed on Hazel, who was nervously fidgeting with her fingers, oblivious to the impending betrayal. Without a moment' s hesitation, he had pulled her into a tight embrace, her body stiffening in his arms. And then, with a swift, decisive movement, he had plunged the needle into her shoulder, emptying the contents of the syringe into her bloodstream. He felt her body go limp in his arms, her head lolling back, a silent surrender to the powerful sedative. He placed a soft, almost tender kiss on her forehead, a strange mixture of remorse and grim determination etched on his face. Then, he picked her up, cradling her in his arms, and walked out of the apartment, leaving behind the quiet sanctuary that had briefly offered Hazel a fragile hope. The door closed behind him, a silent testament to the chilling efficiency of his calculated deception.

**New Story** 🖤 Tropes ❤️ Mafia Queen × Innocent Boy 🖤 Female Obsession 💔 Forced Marriage 🥀 He Hates Her • She Loves Him 🩸 When He Finally Loves Her... She Already Hates Him 😭 Angst & Heartbreak 🔥 Slow Burn ⚔️ Betrayal ✨ "Too Late" Romance