RUDRA ♡ INAAYA AVANSIA Keep your friends close, and your enemies' sisters closer. Inaaya Avansia did everything right. She cut ties with her family, ran from the blood-soaked legacy of the mafia, and built a quiet life in the shadows. But you can never truly escape a war you were born into. Enter Rudra-her brother's fiercest, most ruthless rival. To destroy the Avansia empire, Rudra needs leverage, and Inaaya is the perfect pawn. He kidnaps her, trapping her in his dangerous world. But captivity breeds an unexpected, suffocating intimacy. Inaaya knows she is falling for the monster who stole her freedom. Rudra knows it, too. He burns for her just as deeply, but in his world, showing love is a death sentence. In a game of loyalty and betrayal, who will break first? TROPES Enemies-to-Lovers Captor / Captive Mafia Romance He Falls First (But Hides It) Touch Her and Die Forbidden Love Forced Proximity Grumpy x Sunshine "Who Did This to You?" Sins of the Family Morally Grey Hero Shielded Heart

𝑫𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂 ୨ৎ 𝑨𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒗 𝑺𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒔𝒂𝒏 🎀 𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗨𝗡𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗗 𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 ──୨ৎ────────୨ৎ────────୨ৎ── 𝘚𝘕𝘌𝘈𝘒 𝘗𝘌𝘌𝘒 (WILL BE THERE SOON) ──୨ৎ────────୨ৎ────────୨ৎ── Copyright © 2026 Our Unloved Alliance All rights reserved

𝑨𝒏𝒚𝒂 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂 ୨ৎ 𝑨𝒈𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒚𝒂 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒂 🎀 𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗨𝗡𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 ──୨ৎ────────୨ৎ────────୨ৎ── 𝘚𝘕𝘌𝘈𝘒 𝘗𝘌𝘌𝘒 Suddenly, I felt a wave of hot shame rush to my face. My cheeks burned. I was officially tied to this man, this handsome stranger standing right in front of me, and yet I still didn't know who he was. I knew I had to ask. I forced myself to speak, even though my heart was pounding. "Excuse me," I said softly. He turned toward me, waiting for me to continue. I couldn't look him in the eye. I kept my gaze fixed on the shiny marble floor, my head bowed in total embarrassment. "What is your name?" I finally managed to say. My voice was so quiet I could barely hear it myself. The silence that followed was agonizing. It felt like an eternity. I was sure he was judging me. What kind of wife doesn't even know her husband's name? I thought, feeling more humiliated by the second. Then, I heard a low, deep chuckle. It wasn't a mean laugh; he sounded genuinely amused. When he finally spoke, his voice was smooth and calm. "Agastya. Agastya Singhania, Anya." ──୨ৎ────────୨ৎ────────୨ৎ── Copyright © 2025 Our Unwilling Alliance All rights reserved