Throneofash Stories

He didn't come for my hand. He came for my throat. ADVAIT I am the monster they whispered about in the dark. The man who turned his father's grief into a weapon and his own heart into a vault. I spent fifteen years mapping out the destruction of the Varma empire, and Sana is the final brick. I don't want her love. I don't want her tears. I want her signature on a contract that turns her into my property. I'm going to break her until she forgets the taste of freedom, and then I'm going to make her mine in every way that hurts. SANA They call me the Diamond of Mumbai. But diamonds are only formed under pressure, and Advait Raichand is a mountain. He thinks he can buy my loyalty with a ring. He thinks he can silence my defiance with a kiss that tastes like war. He's a king without a soul, a hunter who doesn't realize his prey has teeth. He can take my name. He can take my father's throne. But if he wants my heart, he'll have to burn for it.