His Little Storm

She came to Rome for a scholarship. He owned half of it.

JIYA SINGH 18,kind, brilliant, deliciously beautiful, and underestimated. Born into a middle-class family, she earned her way to Rome through grit, grades, and a full scholarship to study Psychology (Hons). With hip-length black waves, cherry lipgloss her only makeup, and a sharp mind wrapped in a petite frame, she looks like poetry. But inside? She's building her own war. She didn't come to Italy to fall in love. She came to conquer quietly.

MARCO MORETTI? He doesn't fall, he fucking dominates. Italian, Rome's most feared mafia heir. 30 years old. Cold as ice. Built like vengeance. And feared like hell.
Feared, rich, and ruthless, he owns half the city's underworld and the silence of every room he enters. A man who doesn't flinch, doesn't feel-and doesn't care.

Their worlds collide when a speeding Maserati meets a bold scholarship girl crossing the street like she owns it.
And just like that, chaos gets a name.
But Jiya's storm doesn't ask for permission.
It breaks.
It seduces.
And when Marco discovers the fire under her skin, he knows one thing for sure:
'He should've let her walk away. He won't make that mistake twice.'

{"She came to study psychology. He taught her survival."}