Crimson Hearts

A whispered promise in a New York alley bound two souls-only to be torn apart by betrayal and unspoken truths. Now, in the humid, neon-lit chaos of India, the ruthless Russian mafia king and the cold Indian doctor collide once more, their past igniting a fire that burns hotter than their scars.

"You think you can run from me again, Lisichka?" Nikolai's voice is a low growl, dripping with possession, his Russian accent curling around the nickname like a caress. "I own every piece of you, even the parts you hate me for."

Yash's lips curl into a bitter smirk, his body arching closer despite the storm of hurt in his chest. "You broke me once, Nikolai. I won't let you do it again." His voice trembles, but his hips press forward, a challenge wrapped in desire.

Nikolai's grip tightens, his thumb brushing over Yash's pulse, feeling it race. "Break you? No, my little fox. I'll worship every crack I left behind until you beg for me to ruin you again." His lips crash against Yash's, a kiss that's all teeth and fire, tasting of regret and unspoken promises.

In Crimson Hearts, love is a battlefield, where every touch is a wound and every kiss a vow. Will they conquer the darkness that divides them, or will their hearts bleed out in the fight for each other?