When Caspine was ten, he first saw Isha, a one-year-old child brought to him by Raian, not as kindness, but as possession. From that moment, her life unfolded under Caspine's shadow. She grew up inside his world, shaped by his silence, his control, and the unspoken bond that neither of them ever named. For nine years, Isha existed as something that belonged--protected, watched, caged. Then one day, something breaks. Isha leaves. Or so the world believes. The truth is darker: Caspine lets her go. Not because he stops wanting her, but because his love is the kind that destroys what it touches. Her absence is not freedom, it is a wound he chooses to live with. The question is not whether they meet again, but when. And when they do, it will not be as captor and child, nor as savior and victim, but as two people marked by the same darkness, unable to escape the past that still binds them.

A standalone novel in the Vyner world Varen Vyner saw Millie for the first time when he was six years old and she was only four-small, bright-eyed, and too soft for a world built of shadows. He didn't understand the feeling then. He only knew one thing: She was his. While the other children played, laughed, and forgot each other with the change of seasons, Varen never forgot Millie. He watched her. Protected her. Claimed her in ways a child shouldn't know how to. And as he grew, so did the darkness inside him-an inheritance carved from the bloodline of Raian Vyner, the man who ruled shadows like a second skin. Varen took that legacy and sharpened it. He became colder. Stronger. More terrifying than even Raian once was. But Millie... Millie remained untouched by that darkness. Soft where he was sharp. Light where he was void. Warm where he was ice. And yet- She still chose him. Every version of him. This is not a love story born of innocence. This is a tale of two souls- One made of moonlight. One carved from nightfall. Together they create a shadow that belongs only to them. Their bond is not simple. Not gentle. Not safe. It is obsessive. Possessive. Twisted in ways only a Vyner heart can understand. For Millie, Varen would burn the world. For Varen, Millie would walk through it with trembling hands but unbroken steps. By fate or by choice, she became the girl a darkness chose-and the woman who chose that darkness back. This is Varen Vyner's standalone story. The boy who was born in shadows. The man who fell in love with light. And the love that turned them into something entirely their own. A devotion. A bruise. A vow. A shadow. 1 in #twistedromance

Arav×Isha 💀 He saw me on the metro. Just once. That was all it took. I didn't even notice him. But he remembered everything . Two weeks later, I woke up in a bridal saree, sindoor in my hair, and a mangalsutra around my neck. No pheras. No promises. Just a forced marriage... and a door that wouldn't open. "You're mine now," he whispered. "Even if you hate me for it." I tried to run. More than once. But he always found me. And every time I left, something inside me shattered louder than the door I slammed. I told myself I didn't love him. I swore I hated him. But then... Why does it ache more to leave him... than to stay with my captor? ------------- Honestly, this is my first story. Good or bad, both responses are highly appreciated. 🏆1 in #captive (30/06/2025) 🏆 1 in #touchherandyoudie (28/7/2025) 🏆 2 in #dominace

Dark. Possessive. Enchanting. She never believed fate could be this cruel. One day she was just an ordinary woman - independent, bright, and unafraid to speak her mind - and the next, she was bound by the silent command of a man who ruled not only a kingdom, but every heartbeat that dared to defy him. He was a King feared by many - arrogant, ruthless, and dangerously calm. His silence carried more power than any threat, and his gaze was enough to make the strongest men kneel. No one questioned him. No one dared to say no. Until she did. Their marriage wasn't born from love, but from power - a deal wrapped in deceit and sealed by force. She was meant to be his ornament, his queen in name only. But something inside her refused to bend completely. And that defiance, that flicker of fire in her eyes, became the one thing he couldn't control. He told her love was weakness. Yet every time she looked away, his possessiveness deepened. Every time she cried, his anger turned to obsession. He could destroy empires, but not the storm she brought into his heart. Trapped between duty and desire, she learns that every chain he places around her is not just to bind - but to protect. The palace walls whisper secrets, his touch hides unspoken fears, and every night she wonders: is she his prisoner, or his queen? A mysterious, darkly romantic tale of power, betrayal, and a love that blurs the line between dominance and devotion. Because when the King falls for his captive, the kingdom itself trembles. 👑