The sin series - Book #2 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗟𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 He was raised in blood, Built by betrayal and silence. A Bratva heir who trusted power more than people, And love was the one thing he never believed in. She entered his world through an arranged marriage, A girl full of warmth, faith, and life. He spoke Russian. She spoke English. Yet somewhere between broken words, lingering stares, and quiet care, Two completely different worlds began to understand each other. What started as distance, Slowly became attachment. And then... love. But love was never meant to stay untouched in a world ruled by blood. One lie separated them. One enemy destroyed everything. She left carrying his unborn child, While he disappeared into darkness for years. Now after fifteen years, fate brings them back together again But not everything returns the same. Their son, Carries his blood, his eyes, his silence... But not his name in his heart. He talks to everyone except him. Laughs with others, listens to others, Yet treats Ilya like a stranger standing inside his own home. A father who lost fifteen years. A son who grew up without one. And between them stands Aarvi Still the only person capable of softening the monster the world fears. In a world of mafia wars, revenge, family, and second chances, Can broken bloodlines learn to become a family again? 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆𝐈𝐋𝐘𝐀 × 𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐈⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ ⋆.˚✮ 𝐀𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍 ✮˚.⋆ Start - 8/6/2026 End -

BOOK ONE: FEROCIOUS LOVE CHRONICLES A wedding meant for love... stolen by madness." _______________________________________ Him: "Who deserves punishment, biwi?" Her: (barely audible, heart pounding) "M-me..." Him: (tilting her chin up, voice dark and unwavering) "And where, biwi? On our bed... or in the ashes of the man who dared to crave what's mine?" Her: (whimpering, body trembling) "P-please..." Him: (low chuckle, deadly possessive) "No, biwi. Please what?" He leaned in, his breath a sinful caress against her trembling lips. "Please what, baby? Use your words." "Beg me to break you. Beg me to make you mine-completely-until even your soul moans my name." His grip tightened, his fingers tracing fire down her skin. "Say it-" Her: (shuddering, surrendering) "Yours..." His lips hovered, his voice a dark whisper, laced with devotion and madness. ________________________________________ "You are the prayer my soul has bled for through lifetimes." "The flame my darkness bows before." "The only truth my chaos kneels to." "And now, biwi, you are bound to me-not by fate, not by destiny-by me." This isn't just dominance. This is obsession, possession, destruction, and worship-wrapped in the most sinful kind of love. Get ready to step into a world where love turns lethal, obsession burns wild, and surrender is the only escape.

He is Daksh Raghuvanshi. 24. Young. Ruthless. CEO of Raghuvanshi Enterprises. A man who never bends... until her. She is Nyraah. 22. An orphan raised by silence, now a law intern fighting for justice... and fighting herself every day just to stay unbroken. Two years. Two years of living under the same roof... Two years of stolen glances, unfinished words, and a love that was never named. She never said "I love you" out loud. Not even once. But every time she looked at him... she meant it. And every time she finally gathered the courage to say it... He only answered- "Hmm." Cold. Detached. As if her heart meant nothing. Until that night. A night where everything changed... where silence turned into closeness, and boundaries blurred into something neither of them could take back. She thought maybe... finally... he felt it too. Maybe this time, her love wasn't one-sided. But morning came like a storm. And with it-his words. "I am getting engaged today." Her world stopped. The same man who held her like she was everything... now choosing someone else. And then- For the first time in two years... He said it. "I love you." Too late. Too cruel. Too final. Her eyes shattered before her heart did. Because this was the word she had been dying to hear... but never when it mattered. Her lips trembled. And she whispered the only truth she had ever hidden- "Main... aapke bina nahi reh sakti..." But he had already walked away. And love? Love finally broke her... into pieces she may never gather again.

A child marriage they never asked for. A future they never expected. She was just 13, he was 15, when their fates were bound by family and tradition. He walked away. She waited. Now she's 18, finally sent to live with the husband she barely knows... And he's 20, more distant, more bitter, and completely uninterested. To him, she's invisible. To her, he's everything she was promised-but never had. Will the boy who left ever become the man who stays? Can a marriage born in silence... ignite into something real? Child Marriage Hate-to-Love Invisible-to-Irresistible Forced Proximity / Living Together "Touch Her and You Die" Vibes Possessive Jealousy Slow Burn Obsession

The mystery of the girl who died in her childhood .... what is her future ...talking about future is she alive ? How did she died ? For your all answers Read "KIARA:- the dead daughter of Rathores .💘🔥