destinywrts
"Some stories aren't written in ink... they're written in blood."
The world watched her burn - and she smiled through the flames.
Because Ruvsha Shekhawat was never the kind of woman who begged for mercy; she was the kind that taught mercy to kneel.
They said she was born with emerald eyes that could ruin empires, that her silence could command men who once ruled the underworld.
And maybe they were right because the night she vanished, entire kingdoms of crime went quiet.
Six years of war.
Three of silence.
And then came him.
Krivansh Ivanov is the man who could make bullets look poetic, and death seem like a fair trade for one more touch of her skin.
He was sin dressed in precision, a storm disguised in calm and the only man who could match her darkness with his own.
When their eyes met, it wasn't attraction. It was recognition.
Two predators. One destiny.
A love so dangerous the universe itself tried to keep them apart.
But destiny, as always, is cruelly persistent.
Because some souls don't meet by chance
they collide to destroy, to resurrect, to remind the world what power truly looks like when it falls in love.