kashinks_

okay but HEAR ME OUT— 
          
          please. PLEASE. just give STOLEN FOREVER a chance before you judge me by the title because I swear there is an actual plot hiding underneath all the emotional damage 
          
          it’s got Italy. a terrifyingly powerful mafia man.
          a girl who absolutely did NOT sign up to become the centre of his universe.
          obsession. captivity. tension. slow burn. angst. longing. questionable decisions. and two people who are basically allergic to communicating properly. 
          
          Damiano Russo was never supposed to fall in love. He was supposed to take her. Keep her. And eventually let her go.
          
          Except… somewhere between the little things, the stolen glances, the quiet moments, and Aarvi slowly becoming part of his everyday life, something changes.
          
          And the funniest part? HE DOESN’T EVEN REALISE IT AT FIRST.  One day, every decision somehow leads back to her. And that’s when he’s screwed.
          
          STOLEN FOREVER is a dark, angsty, painfully slow descent into a love neither of them planned for.
          
          So if you like morally questionable men, emotionally constipated mafia men, chaotic girls, Italy, obsession, slow-burn romance, angst that makes you stare at the ceiling at 3 a.m., and the whole “I should let her go but unfortunately she has become my entire existence” trope…yeah.this is your sign.
          
          go meet Damiano and Aarvi.
          I promise the emotional damage is worth it. <3
          
          

kashinks_

https://www.wattpad.com/story/410082450?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=kashwrtss_
          
          This book is basically for the girls who crave dangerous men written softly only for one woman, for the readers who live for stomach-flipping tension, silent yearning, obsessive love, and scenes so charged you’ll literally be screaming:
          
          “JUST KISS ALREADY OH MY GOD.”
          
          …while these two idiots instead stare at each other across the room like their feelings are classified government secrets.
          
          The tension doesn’t just sit between them— it stalks them.
          
          Every scene feels loaded. Every glance means too much. Every tiny act of care feels bigger than a confession.
          
          And beneath all the romance?
          
          There’s mystery. Secrets. Betrayals. Family politics. Old wounds. And truths dangerous enough to destroy everything.
          But somewhere between stolen freedom, forced vows, and a marriage neither of them wanted…
          
          they slowly become each other’s home.