"𝐍𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮... 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄" " Why are you making it difficult for me? Just leave me the fuck alone" Aanya said or more like screamed those words on his face. " Oh, so my Baby does know how to curse. Amusing." He said, with a pained smile plastered on his face. " You..." Her words were sealed between her lips when she found he was standing right infront of him. Their forehead touching each other while their lips just an inch apart. She raised her hands to hit his chest. " I fucking hate you " She whispered the words against his lips while hitting him. Her eyes held unshedded tears and anger flashing through them. He held her hands and put a halt on her actions. His voice turning darker and lethal. " You don't hate me Aanya and you know it and this will be the first and last fucking time these words will slip through your pretty lips. Am I clear?" He warned her while caressing her face while his thumb wiping the tears sliding through her eyes. " Kyu kr rhe hain aap yeh sab ?, Kya hazil kr lenge aap aise? " Her lips were trembling as she muffled a pained sob before her lips. It's been a year since he lost her. Now, he is back to make her his and this time, separation is not a choice he will give her. ************ _______________ #1 india on 11/11/2023 #1 childhoodsweethearts on 11/11/2023 #1 desi on 14/11/2023 ________________

"He's bad Aisha.. he killed our mother.." She kneels down on the cold earth, her hands clenching the edge of the headstone as she sobs. The wind howls like the grief in her heart, and the rain pours like the tears on her face. She speaks to the buried grave, her voice trembling with pain. Suddenly, the air shifts, and she feels a presence behind her. She turns, and her eyes meet his. He stands there, looking relieved to have found her. He approaches cautiously, taking in her tear-streaked face and the distress in her voice. He raised a hand in front of her. "Ghar chaliye Aadhya..." He said in an unwavering tone. "Mujhe nahi Jana..please mujhe jaane dijiye" she retreats back. "Aadhya.. mujhe majboor mat kariye. Anjaam aap seh nahi paayengi.." He says in a stern voice. He was a man obsessed, driven by an undeniable and dangerous fixation on her. His love, driven by possessiveness, bordered on the line of obsession. He would do anything to keep her by his side, no matter the cost.

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, 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.

I never intended to become entangled in their politics, let alone in the bed of their prince. I crossed deserts and seas, driven by a single hope; to save my brother, the only family I have from a foreign land. He was captured by the King of Hind during our war of conquest. But to free him, I became bound to the man who snatched everything from me. The Prince whose very name fills me with rage. Rawal Ekagraj. A single night with him shattered my honor and binded me to a something, I never chose for myself. As the crowned Empress of Arabia, I could never betray my people. Yet, he made me falter. Why? His eyes. Deep, dangerous, and impenetrable eyes. Now, I am his bride. A forbidden bride trapped by vows I never wanted and held captive in a kingdom that sees me as the enemy. I lived with the fear of dying any moment there. He was never meant to be mine, just as I was never meant to be his. If we ever fall in love, which was always impossible, it would be as forbidden as it is undeniable. But Rawal was not the only danger I had to face. Something was there which I didn't know. Something which nobody knew. Dark and destructible. And when it came, we all fell on our knees. It destroyed and shed rivers of blood. But someone was still not satisfied. My past haunted me, my brother's life was slipping away, and the Prince- my captor, my enemy became the only solace I knew. He seeks peace in me, and in his arms I feel a dangerous flicker of love.

𝗠𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗽𝗻𝗶 𝗰𝗵𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗶 𝘀𝗶 𝗷𝗮𝗮𝗻 𝗸𝗼 𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗹𝗮 𝗰𝗵𝗵𝗼𝗱 𝗸𝗲 𝗷𝗮𝗮 𝘀𝗮𝗸𝘁𝗮 𝗵𝘂 𝗸𝘆𝗮? .𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝒀𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒗𝒆𝒆𝒓 𝑨𝒓𝒐𝒓𝒂 -32 years old. Working as movie director for last ten years but doesn't mix his personal life and professional life. .𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝑽𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒉𝒂 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒓 -25 years old. An aspiring art student who ends up being selected as the lead actress in a movie accidentally where her whole life changes. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Only I knew how my eyes lingered on him from across the set, how I observed his every move, every interaction. Whether he was discussing prop placement with a crew member or scolding me for my performance with a stern voice, I was captivated. I was enamored by his smile, his rare displays of anger, the way his voice resonated with authority, the way his cheeks flushed with a hint of pride when his work was praised.

𝓣𝓾𝓶 𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓲 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓸, 𝓲𝓫𝓪𝓭𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓸... 𝓙𝓲𝓼𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓪𝓷𝓾 𝔀𝓸 𝓫𝓱𝓪𝓰𝔀𝓪𝓷 𝓱𝓸... 𝓙𝓲𝓼𝓮 𝓷𝓪 𝓳𝓪𝓪𝓷𝓾 𝔀𝓸 𝓪𝓷𝓳𝓪𝓪𝓶 𝓱𝓸... 𝓩𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓰𝓲 𝓴𝓪 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓲 𝓽𝓾𝓶, 𝓪𝓫 𝓴𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓪𝓻 𝓱𝓸... ♡ 𝓣𝓾𝓶 𝓓𝓲𝓵 𝓴𝓲 𝓽𝓪𝓭𝓪𝓹 𝓱𝓸, 𝓴𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓻 𝓱𝓸... 𝓙𝓸 𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓲 𝓼𝓮 𝓷𝓪 𝓱𝓾𝓪 𝔀𝓸 𝓹𝓮𝓱𝓵𝓪 𝓹𝔂𝓪𝓪𝓻 𝓱𝓸... 𝓒𝓪𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓷𝓪 𝓽𝓱𝓲 𝓽𝓾𝓶𝓼𝓮 𝓳𝓾𝓭𝓷𝓮 𝓴𝓲... 𝓹𝓪𝓻 𝓪𝓫 𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓲 𝔃𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓰𝓲 𝓴𝓪 𝓽𝓾𝓶 𝓪𝓷𝓳𝓪𝓪𝓶 𝓱𝓸... 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙇𝙞𝙚, 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙋𝙖𝙨𝙩, 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙏𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝,𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙁𝙖𝙩𝙚,𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘾𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚....𝗢𝗿 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲.... ~𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒~ Grumpy × Grumpy Morally Gray Hero Broken Heroine Mutual Emotional Damage Touch-Her-and-Die Vibes Forced Proximity Emotional Slow Burn Possessive but Devoted Hero Beauty and the Beast Dynamics

#BOOK1 of Devil&Angel series ♡ 𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓪𝓷 𝓐𝓻𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮 𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓰𝓮, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓐𝓻𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓭 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 ! ♡ ♡ ♡ " App mujhe pasand nahi.. " I said hesitantly. " Mujhe tum bohot pasand ho. Agli wajah? " He stated bluntly. " App mujhse bade hai. " " Toh main jyada pyaar kar lunga .. " gasped hearing him. " Appko sharam nahi aati? " " Woh tum kar lena. Main besharam he theek hu. " His bold answer made her amazed . ♡ ♡ ♡ " You were mine since the moment I laid my eyes on you sweetheart... Today or tomorrow, doesn't matter , I'll make sure I'm the only one who loves you, touches you and makes you feel things that you never felt before. " He thought looking at the numerous pictures or her that was all over his room. ♡ ♡ ♡ A marriage alliance that was arranged by the 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 to make the 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 his ! ♡ ♡ ♡ He was adamant to make her his while she had her own reasons to stay away from him.. She was the reason he believed in love unknown to the fact that she has already lost her beliefs. It wasn't going to be easy for the Devil to bring his Angel in his life but we are talking about Kabir Rathore , The Devil who if wants something, he gets it by hook or by crook. ♡ ♡ ♡ ᵀʳᵒᵖᵉˢ : ᴬᵍᵉ ᵍᵃᵖ ᴳʳᵘᵐᵖʸ × ˢᵘⁿˢʰⁱⁿᵉ ᴰᵉᵛⁱˡ × ᴬⁿᵍᵉˡ ᴰᴱˢᴵ ᴿᴼᴹᴬᴺᶜᴱ Started: 28.12.23 Ended :