Story cover for Crowned As Sin  by sickchiq09
Crowned As Sin
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    Time 32m
Ongoing, First published Jul 02
Mature
He was born of fire and shadows; she was carved from music and light.
Yet fate chained them together in a bond neither asked for, nor could escape.

Atharv Singhania-mafia king, ruthless businessman, a man who bends empires with a single command. To the world, he is untouchable. To himself, he is a void where love has long been buried.

Khyati Birla-gentle soul, healer of hearts, a music therapist who speaks the language of broken melodies. But when her family sacrifices her innocence for power, she is bound to a man who knows nothing of tenderness.

Their marriage is not of love, but of force. A cage gilded with fear, silence, and secrets. Yet in the darkness of Atharv's world, Khyati's light dares to flicker. Her music threatens to awaken the man behind the monster. And his touch, dangerous and consuming, begins to claim more than just her name.

But in the mafia, love is not a gift-it is a curse. And curses demand blood.

Will she heal the beast, or will the beast consume the only song her heart has ever known?

~ sickchiq09
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