Italyxindia Stories

Italian X Indian Zyran Russo, the 30 years old cunning and notorious Mafia of Italy, reigns Supreme over his domain with an iron fist. His imposing physique and intimidating aura strike fear into the hearts of his enemies. His dominance forged from a mix of brutal force and cunning manipulations. His empire built upon a foundation of fear, blood and a sweet addiction of power, has severe anger issues and aggressive in nature which is feared by everyone, respects his parents and his brother especially his mother who is literally the epitome of kindness. Vrinda Anand, a 20 years old innocent naive Indian Maiden, from Vrindaban, sensitive and fragile, blessed with angelic features and the most mouthwatering figure, a dehearted devotee of Lord Krishna, came to Italy for further botany studies with her soulmate aka her bestie, who is a human shield for her, Vrinda owns a small yet cozy florist shop as she loves to spend her time with nature and plants, although she came to a foreign country but the love for her culture and country made her carry her culture everywhere she goes, loves to wear Indian clothes especially Saree, has a special place for waistchains.

This is my second book and sequel of 'you will be mine'. The story is new, the characters are related from previous book. However, you can read it in standalone. Shaurya and Fionna were childhood best friend and lovers. Both the parents were planning their wedding from their childhood. They were inseparable. Shaurya is possessive about Fionna and madly in love with her. Fionna also loves Shaurya . What happened between them in India when both their family meet during their annual get together? Why they stop talking to each other? What will happen when they meet again after three years in Los Angeles, California. How does they end up in marriage and not just any marriage but a marriage with prenup? Hello friends! Hope you enjoyed my first book. Please read, vote and add it in your library. Thanks friends.

Here's one aesthetic and powerful story description for novel "Marked by Power" - --- 🌹 Story Description - Marked by Power She left home with a suitcase full of dreams- but Italy gave her a mansion filled with secrets. Zoya Yadav thought college would be her escape-freedom, future, and fresh beginnings. But when a man with a haunting past and dangerous intentions claims her as his bride... her world turns into a battlefield of trust, betrayal, and power. Rehaan Malhotra didn't believe in love-only revenge. But the moment Zoya walks into his life, holding the same fire he once lost, his carefully planned destruction begins to burn him instead. A forced marriage. Hidden scars. A college where power writes the rules. And two souls destined to collide. Because sometimes, what marks you... also saves you. ---

-- Story Rankings : #3 desi×videsi 02/03/25

What happens when two complete opposite personalities from two different corners of the world meet? Aiman Berlusconi and Aadhira Chauhan . Preview from Aadhira's POV I felt a push from behind, and my coffee spilled all over someone in front of me. I quickly lifted my head and saw that it was a guy, startled by the sudden shower of hot liquid. His expression shifted from surprise to annoyance as he looked down at his shirt, and I instantly felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me. "Oh God, Aiman, what the hell happened to you?" I heard a voice call from the side. I shifted my gaze and saw my brother, Shantanu, approaching with a concerned look on his face. "Aadhira ?" I heard my brother call out my name, and it snapped me back to reality. I turned to look at him, still feeling flustered from the spill. "Yes, it's me!" I replied, trying to brush off the situation while managing an awkward smile. "I'm so glad you're here!" "Nothing much, man. Just your sissy spilled a cup of hot coffee on me," the guy replied, trying to lighten the mood despite the annoyance written all over his face. I winced at his words, still mortified by the accident. My brother chuckled lightly, clearly amused by the situation, while I desperately wanted to sink into the ground. "I'm really sorry! but never mind tell me the price I will pay " I quickly interjected, hoping to express my regret and make things right. My brother hesitated "Aadhira it's fine " , " You stay away for now I will greet you later till then shut your mouth " " You tell me your shirt's price ?1500?" I asked , he rolled his eyes and stood silently for few seconds then said " yes it was " I don't know why Shantanu looked a bit shocked . i shrugged it off and said " Okay give me your number , I'll UPI" Aiman raise a brow and asked "Are you asking for my number miss" .