THE HOUSE OF FACADE
This house has no walls -
yet everyone lives inside it.
It is built from smiles that lie, morals that bend, and truths that are buried before they can speak.
Two realities exist in the same breath one where humans walk freely, believing they are safe,
and another where demons wear human skin, hiding behind smiles, laws, and love.
Nothing you see is innocent.
Nothing you touch is untouched by blood.
Not everything you see is perfect.
Not every hand extended is clean.
In this world, monsters donโt crawl out of shadows -
they sit beside you, love you, protect youโฆ and destroy you quietly.
There is only one rule everyone must follow:
those who stop pretending donโt survive for long.
In this world, monsters arenโt born.
They are revealed the moment someone stops acting human.
Step carefully.
In this house, truth is the first thing that dies.
Welcome to a world where humanity is a performance -
and the curtain only falls when you die.
King of the Black Domain
Yugrath Singh Rathore - a name the underground whispers once and buries deep.
At 30, standing 6โ4โ, built like a Greek god sculpted for destruction, he is the undisputed King of the Black Domain.
His sharp green eyes donโt warn.
They pass judgment - slow, deliberate, final.
One glance is enough to make grown men forget how to breathe.
He doesnโt kill in anger.
Anger is noisy.
Yugrath kills in silence - precise, controlled, without hesitation or mercy.
In a world addicted to faรงades, he wears none.
Masks are for the weak.
Rules are for those who need permission.
Yugrath Singh Rathore doesnโt follow the system.
He is the system.
And when the King decides,
the Black Domain doesnโt resist.
It kneels -
or it bleeds.
"THE THRONE ISNโT INHERITED, ITโS TAKEN"
Aviva Oberoi
Aviva Oberoi - 23 years old.
Kindergarten teacher.
Her world revolves around tiny footsteps, soft laughter, endless curiosity.
Teaching isnโt just her job.
Itโs the part of her that glows, the part that makes her come alive.
The way she cares. The way she smiles. The way she makes even the smallest moment feel specialโฆ
It leaves everyone quietly mesmerized.
Height: 5โ5โ.
Her beauty stops people mid-step.
Her blue eyes are deep, steady, impossible to forget.
One glance, and anyone loses themselves.
Her beauty isnโt loud or flashy.
Itโs magnetic. Smooth, deliberate, natural.
She doesnโt ask for attentionโฆ
And yet, it always finds her.
Yet she notices everything.
She watches more than she speaks.
Remembers details no one else keeps.
Her calm never cracks - not in chaos, not in silence.
There is something carefully measured about her kindness.
Her smiles arrive on time.
Her emotions never spill.
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Grumpy ร Sunshine
Mafia ร Teacher
Morally Grey Dynamics
CNC (Consensual Non-Consent)
Both Fell Firstโฆ He Fell Like a Curse
Forced Proximity
Dark Themes
Age gap ( 23 ร 30 )
Look at Her Once, Not Even God Can Save You From Him
Mystery / Thriller
Enemies to lover
Highly Mature Content
Psychological Manipulation
Hate to love
Obsession Beyond Limits
Psychological Mind Games
To write stories that reach my readersโ hearts and stay with them forever.
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