Beneath the Thorns — A Dark Romance of Fire, Devotion, and Redemption
prologue
He walked like sin in human form—arrogant, untouchable, and as cruel as winter in Moscow.
Aarav Volkov Knight—half Russian, half indian, the next heir of the feared Volkov Mafia. With Russian mafia blood running through his veins and the cold discipline of British elite education, Aarav ruled Vardenhill University like a dark monarch. His black Bugatti screeched into the parking lot every morning, his tailored coat swaying like a cape, his eyes cold, unreadable.
He had three shadows always by his side—Rai, the charming devil, Leo, the strategist with a poisonous smile, and Nina, the only girl in his circle, vicious and loyal.
Girls in the college whispered his name like a forbidden prayer. He broke hearts like glass, collected enemies like trophies, and yet... no one dared to cross him.
Until she came.
Meera Sharma was everything he wasn't.
She walked into Vardenhill with a scholarship letter in hand, her ghungroos packed away in a modest bag, and faith in her heart like armor. An Indian girl who danced with her soul—Salsa, Kathak, freestyle—but when life got hard, she turned to Shri Krishna and Radha Rani, not people.
She didn’t chase love. She didn’t crave power. But her kindness was dangerous—it made even monsters pause.
Her best friend, Ayla, was the rich golden girl of the college, rose lil princess of wolveria but when they were with Meera, all the glitter melted into sisterhood. They were inseparable.
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