“I don’t remember everything about us.

But my heart still aches like it does.”~ Riddhimaan

♡✧♡✧♡✧♡✧♡✧♡✧♡✧♡✧✧♡✧♡♡

“The past doesn’t knock.

It bleeds back in." ~ krishti

♡✧♡✧♡✧♡✧♡✧♡✧♡✧♡✧✧♡✧♡♡

Darklings, are you ready for this journey?

The sacrifices.

The endless pain.

The devotion that survives even when memories don’t.

The love between Riddhimaan and Krishti was never easy—

raw, fractured, deeply scarred.

Gear up.

This phase will hurt.

Keep the tissues close.

Because now begins the past—

a slow-burn romance,

and a love that refused to die.

✧♡✧♡✧♡✧♡✧♡✧♡✧♡✧♡✧♡✧♡✧✧

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[An upcoming last standing Kings of Ruins Series where love and desire forge thrones from ashes, bind empires in blood oaths, and awaken monsters beneath silken vows.] In the shadow of family duty, Aashika Iyer Moretti finds herself bound by vows not her own. The middle child of six—three brothers, three sisters—she blends Tamil passion with Italian heritage from her father's legacy, hiding layers of mystery beneath her unyielding spirit. When her eldest sister vanishes before a union vital to their honor, Aashika steps into the fire, her fate entwined with Dante Salvatore D'Ambrosio—a man whose reach spans continents, his own veiled darkness intolerant of any breach. A mere arrangement to him. A trial by fire to her. From clashing tempers emerge unseen currents—raw defiance masking something deeper, more dangerous. One altar. Two guarded souls. Secrets poised to collide. ✯✯Tropes✯✯ ✧Age gap eleven years old ✧Forced/Arranged Marriage ✧Touch Her & Die ✧Touch Him & You'll Regret ✧Unspoken Obsession × Mafia Romance ✧Firecracker × Devil King ✧Die-Hard Enemies ✧Morally Gray Lovers ✧Push-Pull Dynamic ✧Redemption Through Love ✧Second Marriage ✧Entangled Secrets ✧Multiple layers darkest twists ✧Parallel connected "I was forged for vengeance... but you became my only salvation, sinner."

Star Crossed Fate & Written In Ruin || 18+ (Future upcoming)

The dimly lit room reeked of gun oil and smoke. Eyes locked, fingers twitching on triggers. Eklavya's voice cut low and venomous, "Zindagi aur maut ke beech main tumse khelna pasand karta hoon, Kavyashree... par tumne galti ki, bandar ko sher samajh liya." (Between life and death, I like playing with you, Kavyashree... but you mistook the monkey for the lion.) Kavyashree's eyes blazed, gun rock-steady. "Sher ho ya shaitan, Eklavya... goli tumhe bhi chhed deti hai. Main woh aurat hoon jo apni rog se bhi ladh chuki hai, tum kya cheez ho?" (Lion or devil, Eklavya... bullets don't spare anyone. I've fought my own demons—what are you?) He stepped closer, barrel kissing her forehead. "Main woh cheez hoon, jo maut ko apna lafz banata hai... Tum bas meri aadat ban gayi ho." (I turn death into my command... You've become my addiction.) Her gun pressed under his jaw. "Toh sun lo, aadat chhodni padegi... warna ye goli tumhe us aadat se azaadi de degi." (Then listen—you'll quit that habit... or this bullet will free you forever.) Chests heaving, eyes aflame—two storms colliding, guns trembling yet unyielding, air thick with bloodlust and raw desire. ☆☆☆⁠☆⁠☆⁠☆⁠☆☆⁠☆⁠☆⁠☆☆☆☆⁠☆☆☆⁠☆⁠☆⁠☆⁠☆☆ Some destinies are carved in ruin, but theirs is a story far from finished-a tangled web of betrayal, desire, and secrets that will force them to confront what lies hidden in the shadows. In a world where nothing is what it seems and every choice could be their last, who will survive the darkness, and who will be lost forever? Follow their journey, where every heartbeat could be the one that changes everything. ︵‿ T R O P E ‿︵ • Billionaire Boss × Desi Hierarchy • Grumpy Alpha × Feisty Sunshine • She Fell First × He Fell Harder • Divorce × Destiny • Love × Afterburn • Marriage of Manipulation by the MML • Slow-Burn Office Steam • Touch-Her-and-Die Possessiveness • A Dark Saga of Madness & Secrets Mature / Trigger Warnings! Read at your own discretion. This is a fictional work meant for mature audiences (18+).

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[An Upcoming Kings of Ruin Series — Where Love Burns, Not Heals.] "Two broken souls don't heal. They burn eternal." A stepfamily's venom carved deep-a girl branded burden after a plane crash stole her true parents. Now fattened for auction to an American mafia ghoul old enough to be her grandfather, drooling for innocence they never valued. She flees into monsoon gutters, barefoot and bleeding, ready to rot where the world discards broken girls like her. Until his shadow devours the storm. Anirudh Raghavendra Singhania, Regency's psychopathic, emperor, eyes hollow with ghosts that scream from childhood graves. Silk bites her wrists in his gothic fortress. His touch carves torture into craving. Her fractured light pierces his endless abyss. Some kings don't rescue. They ruin you divine. This blaze burns without mercy-trafficking scars, obsessive worship. Mud choked her shattered glass bangles as she crawled through Mumbai's rotting veins, monsoon filth soaking saree rags to skin. Stepfather's sneer echoed-"60 lakh ka maal"-while she'd gnawed glass shards to escape their wedding poison. 800 kilometers barefoot through hell, collapsing now in the gutter grave she craved. Die. Finally. Death didn't wait-it prowled. Lightning birthed him from the storm: Anirudh, Armani demon, knuckles weeping fresh kills, eyes black-hole voids shrieking buried horrors. Their gazes collided like fate's fracture. His pulse blackened-not savior, but predator. "Marne aayi?" (Here to die?) His voice slithered, smoke and sin. "Haan." (Yes.) Her whimper cracked like ribs. He crouched, thumb ripping her lip scarlet. "Jiyo mere saath, main maut hoon." (Live with me. I am death.) Iron arms stole her from the grave. Her end-his eternal ember-devoured them both. Follow their journey from gutter grave to eternal ember.

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