The shadows whispered of a king, Landon, they called, a twisted thing.
His mind a maze, his heart a stone, He played his games, utterly alone.
The Bratva seethed, their fury grew, Each heir he mocked, each insult flew.
Then they called on him, from New York's harsh gleam, A future pakhan, fueled by a vengeful dream.
Not to destroy, but to possess, To bend the King, to his distress.
With soft words and eyes of burning coal, He schemed to claim Landon, body and soul.
A dance of power, yet to play, Where cunning met a twisted sway.
The Bratva's heir, with plans untold, And the King, in a cage of his own cold.
Would love bloom in this battle of might? Or just ashes by the end of this dark night?
(Note:-This story is purely my imagination. Please don't copy or report my work)
Aarav Yaduvanshi is the eldest son of one of Asia's most powerful business families. Feared and respected, he's calm on the surface but holds immense power within. Known for his sharp focus and hard work, he's unstoppable.
Aradhya Bansal, a shy and innocent girl from a wealthy but traditional family, has lived a sheltered life. She always obeys her parents and knows little about the world outside her home.
What happens when Aarav, a man who never cared for love, becomes obsessed with Aradhya? When her innocence turns into his deepest craving? And when their worlds collide in a way neither of them could have imagined?