||Roses In Winter||🥀 ((On Hold))

She lived her life chasing peace she never found, carrying roses for a love that never came.
He built his empire on ice and iron, untouched by the warmth of emotions.

When their worlds collide, it isn't fate - it's a storm.
She's the softness he never believed in.
He's the ruin she never saw coming.

In a city where power is everything, will love be their salvation... or their final undoing?..

Priya Sharma
Priya Sharma was twenty years old, in her second year of a Bachelor's in Arts, majoring in painting. The youngest daughter in a modest middle-class family, she carried the quiet determination of someone who had learned early how to make dreams fit into tight spaces. Her dark, wavy hair often escaped its braid, framing a face that wasn't striking in the way magazine covers were, but lingered in memory - warm brown eyes, soft features, and a stubborn set to her chin when she talked about her art.

Dev Raj Singhania
Dev Raj Singhania, thirty-two, was the name whispered in business circles and splashed across financial magazines. A self-made billionaire with an empire spanning real estate, luxury hotels, and media, he was the kind of man who didn't just walk into a room - the room rearranged itself for him. His tall, broad-shouldered frame and sharply tailored suits only added to the intimidation, but it was his eyes - cold, calculating, and unyielding - that silenced those who tried to meet his gaze for too long. If Priya was a painting full of colors and emotion, Dev Raj was all shadows and hard lines.

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⚠️ Mature Content ⚠️

This story contains dark obsession,

possessive romance, intense

emotional scenes, and twists for

readers 21+. Enter at your own risk.