Pari Thakur has always lived in the shadows. Sweet, soft, and overlooked because of her size, she never imagined a man like Kabir Raizada-ruthless, arrogant, devastatingly handsome-would ever look her way. For six secret months, he became her everything: the man who touched her when the world ignored her, who made her feel desired, even cherished. But Kabir Raizada doesn't do love. He doesn't do forever. To him, women are entertainment, bodies to conquer and discard, and Pari was no different... until one mistake changes everything. When Pari discovers she is pregnant, her fragile dream of belonging to him shatters under the weight of his cruelty. Kabir refuses to accept the child, refuses to accept her. With cold words and brutal detachment, he pushes her out of his life, proving she was only ever a fleeting distraction. But fate is not so easily controlled. What Kabir casts aside may become the one thing he can't live without. And Pari, once weak in his arms, may discover a strength that forces him to his knees. In a world where desire burns, betrayal cuts deep, and love is the most dangerous risk of all- can a ruthless man ever learn to cherish the woman who was once his greatest mistake?

Innaya Sen is a soft soul in a hard world. Chubby, quiet, and often overlooked, she is treated like a maid in her uncle's house, where her cousin Nayantara shines as the family's pride. But Innaya doesn't complain. She finds joy in the small things - a good novel, a new recipe, the laughter of her girls at the shelter... and most of all, in dancing and singing. Art is her escape. Through every graceful step and every haunting note, she pours out the pain the world won't let her speak. But nothing prepares her for Raahil Raizada. He's a man whispered about in fear - ruthless, brutal, sinfully powerful. A mafia heir with blood on his hands and darkness in his soul. At a glittering party, he sets his eyes on Nayantara, but one twisted business deal later... it's Innaya who's sent into his mansion. The girl no one noticed. The girl he was never meant to see. But when he hears her sing, when he watches her dance... something in him snaps. She begins to haunt his mind - the softness he doesn't deserve, the light that makes him burn. He wants to destroy her. He wants to cage her. But she refuses to break. As their twisted fates collide, and obsession spirals into something far more dangerous, can Innaya survive a man like Raahil? Or will she become the only thing that could ever undo him?

✧.*𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐖𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡*.✧ Some bonds aren't built on love or hate. They're built on silence, restraint, and things left unsaid. Yugarth and Tisya didn't fall for each other loudly. They slipped into something dangerous-something that felt right before it felt wrong. She loved him without knowing what he carried. He stayed, knowing more than he should have. What formed between them was not fragile. It was consuming. Possessive. Inevitable. Because some connections aren't meant to save you. They exist only to change you- and leave you ruined once the truth can no longer stay buried.

A Hades/Persephone retelling. How often do you catch yourself wondering how somebody's touch would feel? How soft their hands would be as they caressed your entire form, how sweet their lips would taste when they descended down to yours, how diabolic the touch would become as the hands would drift lower and lower? Persephone often wondered the same thing. [...] She saw the nymph playfully push the satyr down on the soft grass before straddling him, the sheer fabric of her garment highlighting her graceful movements. She heard her giggling and the satyr's amused growls and her green eyes widened when she saw the satyr's hand wander underneath the nymph's skirt. Perhaps, she should have left the moment she realised what she had stumbled upon. Perhaps, she should have return to her field of lilies and picked some flowers for her mother, Demeter. Perhaps, she should have but she didn't. ❁❁❁ In which the dreadful King of the Underworld steals the daughter of Spring. All images belong to their respective owners. Source: Pinterest.

It's the second part of the "The Devil's Crown", making it the second instalment of the Devil's Trilogy. Hence, not a STANDALONE! It's a dance of desire and destruction. A battle of surrender and control. Obsession and ruin. I am a woman marked by regret, haunted by demons of my past. An escaper, running from everything that binds me. Then I met him. Zyran Zakharov. A devil in silk, with cold blue eyes that promise nothing but pain. The kind of man who doesn't just take but consumes. The moment our eyes locked, I knew I was doomed. I was going to sin. I was going to fall into his darkness, and nothing could stop me. Every touch, every word, pulls me deeper into his world consuming me whole. He doesn't want to save me, he wants to own me. Possess me. And once you're in his grip, there's no escaping. Only falling further. I thought I was prepared. But I wasn't. He doesn't want my heart. He wants my soul. A soul of destruction.

Her husband. Her nightmare. Her Devil. Her lover. He is back. Bound by blood, fuelled by vengeance. A legacy of sin. A fate she cannot escape.