Advaith Rajput, elder brother, cold, ruthless morally grey, could do anything for his mother. hates Navya Rathore to the core. 28 years old, masculine, tall, handsome, patient.
Navya Rathore, elder sister, soft hearted, kind.. yet ruthless than any other mafia you'll ever see. vowed since childhood to sue the Rajput heirarchy. 24 years old, beautiful, sharp, charming.
Devansh Rajput, younger brother, cold, as if heart made up of stone, always impatient to make Aaradhya bow, things of Rathore's as nothing but salves. 25 years old, charming, handsome, tall, masculine, carries fire in eyes.
Aaradhya Rathore, equal of Devansh Rajput, younger sister, cold, portrayed as heartless by society which she is, she never bows not even infront of death, carries the fire and spirit of her father. 21 years old, tall, beautiful as if came from heaven to sue your hell out.
~♡A tragic ending? legendary ending? or...something else? where would this story lead to end? hatred or love? possession over revenge? leverage or family?♡~
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She was born from chaos-Valentina De Santis, the mafia heiress with blood-soaked hands and a crown carved from cruelty. Raised by the devil and trained by Death Wish herself, she isn't just feared-she is fear.
"I don't start wars," Valentina whispered, her blade tracing his jaw. "I end bloodlines."
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He was born from control-Vihaan Mehra, the nation's most ruthless lawyer. Cold. Calculated. Untouchable. A man who's built his empire on discipline and rules-rules he's never broken. Until her*.
They come from different worlds.
Different codes.
Different kinds of darkness.
"You think I'm scared of monsters?" Vihaan smirked. "I've buried worse beneath courtrooms and coffins."
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When Valentina sets her eyes on Vihaan, it's not love-it's possession. And when he dares to reject her, he thinks the storm will pass.
But she isn't a storm.
She's the apocalypse wrapped in silk.
"I'm not yours," Vihaan growled. "I don't belong to anyone."
Valentina's eyes darkened, her voice a whisper dipped in venom. "Then I'll rip the world apart-limb by limb-until there's nothing left for you to belong to... except me."
When the mafia's deadliest princess becomes obsessed with her own destruction-
Who will survive when control faces chaos, and obsession demands blood?