Fallingforthevillain Stories

In a bustling city where the ordinary masks the extraordinary, Anne escapes her mundane existence by losing herself in the pages of a peculiar book. Drawn to a chilling villain, she suddenly finds herself thrust into a dark realm as a kitchen maiden in a grand but sinister castle. Here, she discovers a fragile boy with haunting white hair and piercing icy eyes, shunned and cursed by those around him. Their bond blossoms amidst shadows, but when Anne's kindness invites punishment from life itself, the cost of compassion becomes unbearable. This is an original story that is heavily inspired by K-drama and Dramione. English is not my first language. A fun and dumb little project ;) '#2nd place on #escaping on 10/23/2024

She sells flowers outside a temple. He sells bodies behind closed doors. Surbhi was never meant to be seen. Not by someone like him. But Yuvaan Chauhan doesn't see-he chooses. And once he chooses... he owns. Poor. Heavy. Naive. She was invisible to the world- Until he looked at her. Now, she's no longer safe. Not from the city. Not from fate. And definitely... not from him. --- "Speak." Arnav's voice trembled. "Sir... problem. Two girls-suicide. One more is missing. We only have one backup. And now..." Yuvaan's voice dropped. Cold. Controlled. Ice. "Then find a fucking replacement, Arnav. I don't care if it's your sister. I want three hundred, not two-ninety-seven. The ship leaves at the fixed time." He exhaled. Not out of emotion-just... maintenance. Then turned to re-enter the hall- -And collided with someone. A brass thali clattered to the ground. Marigold. Jasmine. Rose. Flowers burst like a silent explosion across stone. Surbhi gasped. "S-s-sorry... mujhe maaf kijiye... galti ho gayi..." Yuvaan said nothing. He didn't look at the flowers. He looked at her. Ordinary. Breakable. Alive. A replacement. - A dark, painful love story. Not for the soft-hearted. Read at your own risk. 🖤 - Unauthorized copying, publishing, or translation is strictly prohibited.