𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟏 × 𝟐𝟐 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: #𝟏 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 She saw him more than once. And every time, her heart betrayed her; racing, stumbling, fluttering like a caged butterfly chasing a memory. Her breath shortened, her chest tightened, and still, she said nothing. Because it wasn't her place. Because she was never meant to be seen. Until she was. Until the day she stood before him, not as a stranger in the crowd, but as his bride. The wrong bride. He had seen her before. Once in passing, her eyes barely a flicker in his peripheral vision, dismissed for a prettier pair. The second time, he saw her through a vow sealed in blood and duty. And rage erupted. Exacting. Demanding. She wasn't supposed to wear that dress. She wasn't supposed to carry his name. But now that she does... There's no turning back.

[Sequel of Warm Love, hence can't be read as a standalone.] In the first phase, Reyansh concealed a web of mysteries, but as they stand face to face once more, it's Kiraz who holds the tantalizing secrets waiting to be unveiled. These hidden truths, shrouded in intrigue, have the power to reshape their destinies and ignite the flames of curiosity, making their journey all the more compelling. What is the secret or rather those? *Content and Trigger Warning: Mention of suicide, death, killing*

"I can be the dark, just for you to love your brightness." Reyansh Rathore. *⁠.⁠✧ ___________✧⁠*⁠。 Guilt and remorse can become your constant companions, clinging to your soul until you decide to release them. Yet, will your conscience ever grant you that release? Just as Kiraz's never did. A man who inadvertently plucked her from the abyss, their lives colliding at the uncharted fringes of their hearts. Heart. A wild part. However, in midst of love, their comes a villian but what happens if the hero is the villian. Or the hero was never the hero. He can burn the world just for her, but what if, his secrets burns her. [The book is under heavy editing. Ignore the cringe mistakes for the time being.] *⁠.⁠✧ ___________✧⁠*⁠。 A story of mafia and his obsession. [ ROMCOM+SLOW-BURN+ANGST]

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.

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.

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+