#1 rank on rareblood 7 Nov 2025 #87 ranking in fictional character out of 3.37K books 7 Nov 2025 #3 rank on supernatural romance Aisha, love means sacrifice. For her little sister Diya, it means a desperate bargain with the devil himself: Siddharth Raichand. ------------------------------------------------------------------ "I can't die," I whispered, the words barely audible. "For Diya's is safety. The wind howled through the open window, blowing strands of my hair across my face. HE WAS STANDING THERE HIS BACK FACING ME. My reflection in the glass looked like a stranger eyes- red, face pale, lips trembling, but somewhere inside that broken image was a flicker of something still alive. Siddharth's voice echoed faintly in my memory, "You don't get to scare me like that, Aisha." ------------------------------------------------------------------ "I don't want to fight tonight," he said. I laughed softly, bitterly. "Fight? I've already lost." she possesses a rare blood that Siddharth Raichand, a creature of the night, cannot live without. Now, the girl who sought a miracle for her sister is now his prisoner. she must find a way to survive the one man who claims her as his ultimate obsession. She thought he is My personal hell. ​He promised salvation, then claimed her. Trapped in his opulent world, she's a pawn in his ancient game, her rare blood a siren call to his hidden darkness. Siddharth said ​"You're mine, little bird. Every single drop." ​His possessive grip tightens. Her fear wars with a forbidden fascination. Some cages are made of gold. Some monsters wear a deadly smile. "Everyone says touch her and die, he says see her once and get ready to die". Hey little reader I'm not a hero,I'm a villain I doesn't make cry, I make them bleed TROPES IT IS A DARK FANTASY ROMANCE HE IS A DADDY. darkness x sunshine vampire x human no blood x rare blood forced proximity #Alphamale #paranormal romance #urban fantasy

​He was born with power in his veins and darkness in his name. ​Viraj Rajawat - ruthless heir, protector by vow, sinner by destiny. The world feared him. The empire obeyed him. ------------------------------------------------------------------ My control slipped. I stood, moving toward her. One step. Then another. The space between us disappeared I reached for her waist slow, deliberate my fingers resting lightly at first, then firmer when she tried to step back. "And how do I look at you, Rani Sa?" I asked. For the first time I'm touching her without thinking about anything. Her breath hitched. "Chhodiye hume, Rana Sa," she whispered. "Naa," I murmured, leaning closer, my voice dropping low, dangerous. "Pehle uttar dijiye, phir sochenge." Her pulse fluttered beneath my hand; I could feel it. She wouldn't meet my eyes. "Kaisa uttar, hume koi uttar gyat nahi..." I smiled the kind that didn't reach my eyes. "Acha, toh mat dijiye uttar... hum bhi nahi chhodenge." ------------------------------------------------------------------ My thumb traced her jawline, slow, reverent. "Don't be too smart, Rani Sa,"I whispered. "You're making it harder for me to let you leave this room." She blinked up at me, whispering, "Arthath?" I smiled then a small, dangerous smile.Because if she didn't know what that meant yet... she soon would. Her question "Arthath?" hung between us, soft as breath, sharp as temptation. She tried to step back, but the edge of the table stopped her. "Rana Sa..." she whispered, "aap bahut badle-badle lag rahe hain." "Badle?" I chuckled. "No,Princess. This is the same man you met under the palace dome. You're just seeing Nirlajj version of me." Tropes 21st century x 17th century Greenflag x sunshine Cursed x Redeemer Rana Sa x Rani Sa Rana x Rajkumari Ruthless x Kind