I stormed out of the warehouse, blood dripping from my knuckles, breath coming in short, furious bursts. The night air hit my face like ice, but nothing could cool the inferno roaring through my chest.
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Jaipur wasn't ready for their story. Eesha Singh Ranawat. Princess of the Elite Ranawat family. Pampered, protected, and born to rule-with soft silks on her skin and steel in her spine. Sweet when she wants to be. Savage when she has to be. Now she's back from London-no longer just the mischievous royal everyone adored. She's a criminal lawyer with her own firm. Sharp. Untouchable. And not in the mood for drama. But Jaipur has changed. Because now, he owns it. Abhimanyu Suryavanshi. King of the city. Mafia boss. Business tycoon. Cold-blooded and colder-hearted. Raised to hate the Ranawats-and he does. Until her. One look at Eesha, and everything shifts. He doesn't care that she's the enemy. He doesn't care about consequences. He wants her. Not to love. To possess. To ruin. But Eesha doesn't scare easy. She knows how to handle monsters-even when they come dressed in power and promises. And Abhimanyu? He's never met a girl who made him burn. ------------------------------------------------------- Tropes grumpy x grumpy Family Rivals Hate-love Brother enemy Ceo x criminal lawyer Lawyer x law breaker Obessed love Possessive fl/ml Touch her die Forbidden love Age gap
#3 of RUINED HEARTS SERIES “Would you miss me if I left?” “I’d miss you the way wounds miss pain – painfully, endlessly.” _____________________________ She’s a Tangled Princess – hidden away from the world in a lonely tower where no one even knows her name. Soft, scared, and untouched by the world’s cruelty, she dreams in colors no one has ever seen. She believes in beauty, in kindness, in the quiet promise of fairytales. She doesn’t know what love feels like, or what care truly means. All her life, she’s endured pain so silently that she mistook it for peace – believing that’s how life was meant to be. And then, there’s him – the Beast. A man carved from shadows and solitude. He lives alone, far from tenderness, wrapped in walls of ice and silence. He hates softness, fears innocence, and trusts nothing pure. He’s seen the world for what it truly is – cruel, hollow, and painted with false smiles. So he stopped believing in warmth long ago. But fate – cruel, beautiful fate – had other plans. Because this isn’t the tale where the Tangled Princess finds her Flynn. Nor the one where the Beast is tamed by his Beauty. No… this is something else entirely. What happens when a soul that’s never been touched by the world meets one that’s been burned by it? When light steps into the arms of darkness – not to change it, but to understand it? When two broken pieces of different fairytales find home in each other’s scars? This is not the story you know. It’s raw. It’s haunting. It’s where a Beast meets a Tangled – And love becomes something dangerously, beautifully real. ____________________________ TROPES ✦ Grumpy × Soft ✦ Beast × Tangled (Rapunzel) dynamic ✦ Hidden-away heroine ✦ Emotionally scarred hero ✦ Light meets darkness ✦ Healing love ✦ Slow burn ✦ Broken souls finding home ✦ Fairytale retelling with a twist ✦ Fated connection ✦ Mentally fragile heroine (trauma-induced instability)
NAINA AGARWAL THAKUR AND KIAAN THAKUR — Mumbai’s golden couple. She was elegance wrapped in ambition — a famous jeweller with her own brand, daughter of a powerful politician. He was charm dipped in power — the city’s most successful and feared businessman. Together? They were unstoppable. College sweethearts turned soulmates. Madly in love, building empires and stealing hearts along the way. Life was perfect. Until one day… it wasn’t. Naina’s body was found on the outskirts of the city — bruised, broken, unrecognizable. Her face? Gone beyond repair. Only a DNA test confirmed what no one wanted to believe. She was dead. Just like that, Kiaan’s world fell apart. The man who had it all — money, power, fame — now had nothing. No answers. No closure. No Naina. But something about her death doesn’t sit right. Too brutal. Too sudden. Too… staged? Who killed Naina? And more importantly — why? Was it revenge? Jealousy? Politics? Or was it someone closer than anyone imagined? And as the world mourns her, one question burns louder than the rest — What will Kiaan do now? Because love can break you. But grief? It can turn you into something else entirely.
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