Story Notes

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This isn't just a story... it's a storm.

A unique, loyal, sacred journey of two souls - one consumed by obsession, the other bound by pure, selfless love.

Fate tore them apart again and again, yet they fought through fire and blood, carving their names into the dark pages of history that refuse to fade.

This isn't a tale you'll simply read... it's one that will stay in your veins, in your memory, and in the quiet corners of your heart, forever.

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Summary

✧༝┉𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆 ┉༝✧ My eyes snapped open. A sharp pain throbbed at the back of my skull, vision swimming before the world bled into focus - wooden walls, the faint bite of pine, the cabin groaning under its own weight. I was tied down. Arms bound with coarse rope, the burn searing my skin, panic clawing into my lungs. And then-him. Nihal. Only a few feet away, arms crossed, eyes unreadable, as though he had already decided my fate. "Let me go!" My voice cracked, raw with fear. "No." His reply was flat. Cold. Like a blade at my throat. I struggled harder, wrists screaming. "LET ME GO!" His silence pressed against me. Then, with a low sigh, he moved. In swift, deliberate motions, he loosened the ropes. My arms collapsed at my sides, tingling and half-dead. Without a word, he swung the door open- And the world exploded in blinding light. Not a forest. Not safety. The sky. A helicopter. Wind roared like a beast, tearing through the open doorway, whipping my hair, rattling my bones. My heart faltered. "Go," Nihal's voice was a dare, stolen half by the rotors. I stumbled forward, not knowing if freedom or death waited on the other side. My chest heaved, legs trembling, when- His big hand shot out. Fingers clamped like steel around my arm, unyielding. Fear surged, drowning reason, my pulse hammering as the world tilted between his grip... and the endless drop below.

Genre: Romance

Author: 𝔏𝔲𝔫𝔞

Status: 1yr ago

Chapters: 5

Rating: 5.0 (1 review)

Age Rating: 18+

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻'𝓼 𝓐𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓼

👑 𝑺𝒖𝒓𝒚𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝑵𝒊𝒉𝒂𝒍 𝑹𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒚👑

(𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞)

Suryadevara Nihal Reddy

The name? A death sentence.The man? A myth carved in blood.But to the underworld, he is simply known as one thing—Damon Salvatore.

He is not feared because he is a killer.He is feared because he is the last face you see before your world ends.

At 27, he is the man who conquered the shadows and built a kingdom out of chaos.His empire drips in power, soaked in the blood of traitors, wrapped in the illusion of billion-dollar companies and spotless reputations.The world calls him a businessman.But hell knows better.

He walks like sin—tall, broad-shouldered, every step calculated, every breath loaded with silent warning. His obsidian-black eyes don’t blink—they judge. His face, carved like a Greek god, could grace magazine covers, but behind those lips lies a tongue that speaks in commands, not kindness.

His beauty is a lie. His silence is a trap.

And beneath the silk suits and sharp watches lies a truth no one dares utter aloud—he enjoys the kill.

He built a throne out of broken bones and betrayal, and he sits on it without apology.The Black Vow, his mafia group, isn’t just feared—it’s untouchable. Its members are bound by loyalty thicker than blood, fiercer than family. They don’t speak. They don’t slip. They don’t fail. Those who do?

They vanish.

The Black Vow

They don’t make noise—they make disappearances.Forged in vengeance, sealed in blood. The Black Vow was created not for business, but for retribution. And under Damon’s ruthless command, it became a religion.And he?He became its god.“Black Vow”—the mafia empire he commands—isn’t just built on power and fear. Beneath its ruthless surface lies a vow Damon never breaks: to protect the innocent. His men save girls and children from the monsters who prey on them. In a world of devils, he chose to be the demon that hunts darker ones.

The Family That Built the Devil

Suryadevara Prashanth Reddy– The original Mafia Godfather. A man whose fists shaped nations, whose voice could halt wars. His rage is legend.

Suryadevara Ramya Reddy– The Godmother. Ice-veined and terrifying in her calm. Where her husband roars, she whispers—and her whispers kill.

Kiara Reddy– The sister. A doctor with a heart Damon swore to protect. She’s the only soul he bows to, but only in silence.

Aryan & Abhay– Right and Left Hand. Best friends and extensions of his will. Where Damon points, they destroy.

“You want a fight . I will wage a war”" When I love, I will love completely” (author-Nihal ji it is not love , your’s is obssesion)

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👑𝑴𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒂𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒊 𝑹𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒌𝒂 𝑹𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒚🩺(Luna)

A name draped in innocence, yet feared across the darkest alleys of the underworld. At 25, she is known by another name—Luna, the Mafia Princess.And she is anything but ordinary.

With big, doe-like black eyes that could drown a man in seconds, long wavy hair cascading like a waterfall, and a figure sculpted like poetry in motion—she looks like a dream. But that dream turns deadly the moment you cross her path. That innocent dimple on her right cheek? It’s the last thing many have seen before they took their final breath.

Born into a higher middle-class home, Luna’s world was built from dust and determination. Alongside her brother,Maddasani Vihaan Reddy, she climbed her way into a world she was never meant to survive—only to rule it.

Herfather, Maddasani Nagi Reddy, adores her like a princess, always standing by her side. Her mother, Lalitha Reddy, is strict, conservative, and never quite approved of Luna’s path, unaware of the empire her daughter hides behind white coats and sweet smiles. The love is there, hidden beneath taunts and expectations, but it’s complicated—like everything else in Luna’s life.

By day, she’s a cardiologist-in-training at The Divine Hospital, working under glowing lights, saving lives with the same hands that once pulled triggers. Her partner-in-scrubs is none other thanDr. Kiara Reddy, her best friend and her brother’s love.

But by night, she is Luna—the merciless. The untouchable. The ghost.

She leads Black Rose, a mafia group of deadly women with names that strike terror into even seasoned killers:

Snigdha– code name:Ice, the Knight , Amorina in shadows

Yukta– code name:Thorn, human wrapped in brutality

Tiya– code name:Clora, silent, sweet.

They don’t kill for sport. They kill for justice.Luna hunts the predators who prey on women and children, and shows no mercy to those who dare hurt the helpless. She doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t break. Her wrath is calculated, her vengeance poetic.

She is the perfect contradiction—childlike yet cruel,sassiest yet strategic,ruthless yet righteous.

And behind her stands one silent protector—Maddasani Krishna Reddy, known to most as Bunny. Her cousin. Her shadow. The Mafia Prince who would burn the world for her.

She i sLuna.

A doctor. A killer. A songbird with a loaded gun.

And the only woman who doesn’t fearDamon Salvatore.

“I am a Princess in the Demon Form”“Beauty may be dangerous but Intelligence is Lethal”

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✨Author’s Note✨

Every story has two faces.One the world reads...And one it bleeds.

You’ve seen the chaos. You’ve tasted the fire.You’ve met monsters dressed in silk... and angels who carry guns.But beneath the blood-soaked crowns and silenced screams,there exists a name — softer, sacred... stolen from an ancient heartbeat.

This story — this symphony of rage and redemption —it’s not just a mafia tale.

It’s𝑹𝒂𝒅𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒚𝒂𝒎 - Pure , Divine , True ,Sacred , IMMORTAL.