In the heart of Zurich, Aadhira Ramakrishnan walks into VonHagen Dynamics as a junior executive assistant unaware that her life is about to ignite. Calm, clever, and fiercely independent, she has roots that run deep and a fire that refuses to be tamed. Kaizer Von Hagen, the untouchable CEO, rules his empire with ice-cold precision. Sharp, intimidating, and accustomed to obedience, he doesn't make room for chaos especially not the kind that walks into his office with a stack of files taller than herself and a defiant glint in her eye. Thrown together in a world of cutthroat corporate battles, hidden agendas, and family loyalties, Aadhira and Kaizer clash, banter, and spark in ways neither of them expects. From high-stakes boardrooms to stolen moments in quiet corridors, every glance, every word, every touch becomes a battlefield and perhaps, the beginning of something dangerous, irresistible, and forbidden. Where Ice Burns is a story of ambition, loyalty, and fire beneath the frost a slow-burning enemies-to-lovers romance set against the backdrop of wealth, power, and betrayal.

Her nightmares began with him... It is 2100, and the first Rare One since two hundred years is discovered in the city of Argonizeria in Zed. Scarlett Kelly couldn't have had a more perfect life. Living almost problem-free, she'd had no personal experience with pain or loss. Everything changes one night. All Seldoren wants is to keep his loved ones safe. He can't bear to relive the horror and pain of his past at the hands of the Trio, who are vampires, from the planet Van. Centuries ago, they forced him to be their slave and provide them human blood to take back to their planet. In particular, they seek the blood of a Rare One. Scarlett sees herself as a prisoner after she is kidnapped. When her kidnapper says he means her no harm, she assumes he is playing cruel and cunning games with her... but she slowly discovers that nothing is what it seems.

"𝗖𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗳𝘂𝗹, 𝗔𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗻." his voice dropped, eyes unreadable. "𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲." "𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝗳 𝗜 𝗱𝗼?" I called after him. "𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝗳 𝗜 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗔𝗮𝗿𝗼𝗻... 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁?" He didn't turn back. "𝙄 𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙚, 𝘼𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙣." ---------⁽⁠⁽⁠ଘ♪⁠～♡～♪ଓ⁠⁾⁠⁾----------------- When I was little girl, I Admired the moths every time they were drawn to the flames . I wondered a lot that why would someone willingly burn themselves just to feel warmth for a little while ....I thought of them as foolish and naive. I never realized their desperation, their thirst, their fate. Not until I met him. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗔𝗔𝗥𝗢𝗡 𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗟 Owner of the most chilling shades of ocean blue Eyes. A Man who wielded his words like a sword , And owned the football ground like he is the king. The thing is...... I shouldn't have become the moth I once laughed at. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙙! I fell for him. Deeply. He did too. He fell in love too. Even harder than I intended. Just not with me. He fell in love with______ 𝙃𝙀𝙍 ~~ They didn't joke when they called him. ''𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗿𝘂𝗶𝗻.'' His Love ruined me. And I finally realized that. 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗦 𝗧𝗢𝗢 𝗕𝗟𝗘𝗘𝗗.

Ever wondered what it would be like to live in the past when love letters were still a thing? Not just any love letters-the kind written with actual ink and quill, maybe even sealed with a drop of blood if you're into that sort of thing. Okay, maybe that's a bit too fictional. That only happens in fantasy novels-or any romance novel with a regency theme. But what about a simple, handwritten love letter? Just pen and paper. No theatrics. Have you ever wondered what it would be like to receive one? Yeah, me neither. In a world filled with instant messaging and emails, who even has the time to sit down, write a letter by hand, and mail it to someone's doorstep? Love letters are practically extinct. Which is why I was completely caught off guard when I found one lying in front of my door. An actual, physical love letter. Not regency-style, but sealed in an envelope with a wax heart stamp. Bonus points to the sender for choosing pink paper. Cue my mix of emotions: confusion, excitement... and just a little bit of horror. Because, let's be real-this could mean I have a stalker. But as I read the letter, that fear faded. This wasn't some creepy obsession. This was an actual secret admirer letter. And now, I find myself waiting-anticipating-the next one. 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 214,000+