Literally no one knows that writing has a complex relationship with madness, do you think that one enjoys headaches, tingling, bubbling, and painful loneliness, no one does or at least I don't.. You are skinny, miserable, lonely, and crazy about writing, but at least you are a writer. It takes a lot of effort, I feel crazy and it's fun, I can hardly get out of the dark of my cold room, everything seems withered and sad as if forced to live: the world is majestic and cruel, sick with the spirits of bastards, sick with us madmen, and we are so infected: thinking excessive write this novel Hellvean It is a compound of the words heaven and hell, as another outlet for the madness stuck in my mind, love, art, politics, life and me, in the form of a slow-paced novel that explains in a way the ambiguous relationship between the novel and madness..
He never believed in love, but she captured his heart the moment he saw her.
She didn't understand love, but he gained her trust instantly.
He is consumed by a desire for revenge. She is as serene as water.
He's the mafia king of all Asia, hardened by the world's cruelty from a young age.
She spent her entire life in captivity, completely oblivious to the outside world.
This is the story of Rudraksha Malhotra and Ruhanika Rajpurohit, two people who couldn't be more different, bound together by the ties of marriage. Can they conquer their inner demons and find peace together?
Will Rudraksha allow Ruhanika to rule his heart?
Will Ruhanika let Rudraksha love her?
Let's find out together.
Tropes:
Age gap
Mafia king × Caged princess
Forced marriage
Cunning × Innocent
Two broken Souls