When Seraphina vale accidentally crosses paths with the most feared man in the city, her life begins to unravel. Nikolai Volkov is cold, untouchable, and dangerous-a man whose name alone is enough to silence a room. Men fear him. Women avoid him. And everyone knows that being noticed by him is the beginning of the end. After a terrifying encounter inside a secret nightclub, Seraphina becomes trapped in web of fear, mystery, and hidden truths connected to her missing father. Strange messages begin appearing on her phone. Black cars follow her through the city. Unknown men start watching her every move. But the most terrifying part? Nikolai Volkov doesn't even care about her existence. As enemies from the underworld close in around her, Seraphina realizes she has stepped into a world far darker than she imagined-a world of mafia bloodlines, betrayal, obsession, and deadly secrets. And in Nikolai's world... Survival always comes with a price.

"𝑺𝒉𝒆-𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖?" 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒅- 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒌 𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏. 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒋𝒂𝒘 𝒕𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅,"𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝑭𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒆́." 𝑨 𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉."𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆... 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝑰 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒆́-𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓?" 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆-𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑯𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒅. 𝑻𝒘𝒐 𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏, 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒉 𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆.... 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒅.

"Kyun iss faasle ne humein itna ajnabi bana diya ki ab aap nazrein chura rahi hain?" A sacred temple, a bustling market, and a pair of blue glass bangles carefully slid onto a trembling wrist. To the world, Saraksh is the epitome of a protective, attentive partner the kind whose gentle words send a flurry of butterflies straight to Ishanika's stomach. But behind his soft smiles and desperate, pleading eyes lies a suffocating guilt. Ishanika prays for the courage to be selfish for their love. Saraksh prays to Bholenath for forgiveness, haunted by a dark past. He knows he is living on borrowed time because while she looks at him with pure devotion today, the truth is a ticking time bomb. What happens when the girl who loves him finally remembers why she should hate him? ✨ Tropes: she Falls First / both fall Harder • Slow Burn • Healing Fiction • Indian Context • Amnesia/Secret Past • Pure Angst & Comfort .

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Shortlisted in Muse Awards. "He thought he was the hunter. He didn't know she had nothing left to lose." Trapped within the dark, looming walls of Vaelhorst Palace, Aethelgard is a captive surrounded by enemies. Her survival depends entirely on the mercy of Malakor-a ruthless, hyper-vigilant Dark Lord whose very name strikes terror across the kingdoms. Separated from everything she knows by the treacherous, ink-black waters of The Mourning Tides, escape seems completely impossible. But Malakor underestimates the girl in his shadows. Before sending her to the Dark Lord, the sinister witch known as Pale Marrow ripped away Aethelgard's emotions, leaving her completely hollow. Malakor expects a terrified prisoner, but instead, he faces a mind completely untethered by fear, panic, or mercy. As a dangerous, slow-burn game of wit and proximity unfolds between captive and captor, the lines between hatred and curiosity begin to blur. Aethelgard must use her cold, emotionless clarity to dismantle Malakor's court from the inside-before the magic fades and her feelings come rushing back. A dark fantasy romance filled with royal intrigue, psychological tension, and a toxic power dynamic that will burn down an empire.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭. 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭. • • • 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞. • • • 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝. On paper, she's untouchable-cold, brilliant, flawless. But the perfection is just a cover for a body count, a ruined family, and a dark past. Everyone buys the act. Except him. The nightmare from her childhood-her personal devil. She spent years building her armor, and he's just waiting to tear it off. Being forced to live together? It's vicious. Just two killers in a bed, where lying is keeping the other alive. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭. • • • 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞-𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞. • • • 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐌𝐌𝐂 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐢𝐞