Arnav Singh Rathore is the undisputed king of Delhi's dark underworld and a ruthless billionaire tycoon who commands boardrooms with the same lethal precision he uses to rule his criminal empire. Cold, calculating, and completely devoid of mercy, he has only one weakness: his younger sister, Avanya. Anyone who dares touch what is his faces a death sentence. Iraya Vats. A brilliant, fiercely independent defense attorney who doesn't bow down to power, status, or a man with blood on his hands. When she takes on the high-profile, high-stakes custody case for Avanya, she expects a brutal legal battlefield. What she doesn't expect is to win the case-and inadvertently claim the dark, dangerous obsession of Delhi's most feared monster. To the world, he is a tyrant. But to Iraya, he becomes a beautifully toxic shadow that refuses to let her go. She won his family's freedom, and now, Arnav is determined to make her his queen. He will tear down his entire empire piece by piece just to keep her warm in the embers. Iraya thought she was just doing her job. She didn't realize that by saving his sister, she set fire to the king's restraint and became his ultimate Fiamma. ⚠️ WHAT TO EXPECT: Mafia King x Fierce Lawyer Trope Alpha Male / Possessive / Dark Romance Themes Absolute Obsession & Feral Protection High-Heat / Scorching Physical Intimacy Forced Proximity & Mind-Bending Tension Note: This is the first book in the Crimson Vows Series. While it follows the aftermath of Avanya's custody battle, it can be read as a standalone romance arc.

❝ 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬. 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫. ❞ ✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ══════════ ❖ ══════════ 𝑨 𝑽 𝑨 𝑵 𝒀 𝑨 𓂃 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒕𝒉 𓂃 ══════════ ❖ ══════════ She grew up knowing care. Gentle hands. Quiet protection. A presence that felt like home when the world felt too sharp. She was loved. But love does not erase everything. And being protected does not mean being untouched by pain. Some silences stay too long. Some truths arrive too early. Some burdens are never meant for a child. So she learned to endure. To smile softly. To speak less. To carry hurt without letting it show. Warmth became her instinct. Quiet strength, her shield. Then she stepped into a house ruled by power. A family built on authority and discipline, where emotions were controlled and warmth was never taught. At its center stood a man shaped by shadows- respected in light, feared in darkness. His past was buried deep, But it was never gone. Around him stood sons who had been raised to command. Composed. Unyielding. Dangerous in their silence. She did not arrive to change them. She did not come to heal anyone. She arrived carrying love and loss, warmth learned from care, Strength born from survival. And sometimes- That kind of warmth is the most dangerous thing of all. ✨ Can someone who has known both comfort and cruelty survive a world built on control? ✨ Will softness last where emotions are considered weakness? Dive