Jeya_Rashique

Beneath the surface of Istanbul, in the shadows where the world dares not look, Emir reigns—a ghost, a weapon, a monster carved from betrayal. Abandoned as a child, he learned to survive in the blood-soaked underbelly of power until Kanat, a man with secrets of his own, took him in and forged him into something unstoppable.

Emir knows nothing of innocence. Nothing of softness. Nothing of the daughter Kanat kept hidden from him.

Beren.

Delicate. Sheltered. Too pure for a world like his. She should have never stepped into his underground lair. She should have never seen him like that—hands drenched in blood, eyes as dark as the sins he carries.

Now, she is tangled in his world, a world that will eat her alive.

Unless he teaches her how to survive it.

Unless he makes her just as dangerous as he is.

But some flames burn too close, some shadows whisper too sweetly, and some monsters… aren’t meant to be tamed.

 A dark, intense tale of power, obsession, and love laced with danger. Enter at your own risk.

The Devil's Butterfly

The air in the underground lair felt thick—too heavy, too foreign. She wasn't supposed to be here. The walls of this place seemed to hum with the weight of bloodshed, with stories of violence she couldn't even begin to understand.

Emir's gaze was still locked onto her, sharp, analyzing, intrigued. His presence was like a storm, controlled but capable of utter destruction at any moment. He tilted his head slightly, watching her with something between amusement and curiosity.

Beren's heart pounded. "Mujhe… jana chahiye," she whispered, taking a shaky step back.

But before she could turn, Emir took a step forward. Not hurried. Not aggressive. Just enough to make her feel trapped.

"Too late," he murmured, his voice calm but laced with something dark. "Tumne jo dekh liya, usko bhool nahi sakti."

Beren swallowed hard. She wasn't stupid. She could see the way his bloodstained hands flexed at his sides. This man was dangerous, untouchable. And yet, something in his dark green eyes held her in place.

"What are you going to do?" Her voice was softer than she wanted it to be, barely above a whisper.

Emir didn't answer immediately. Instead, he took his time, his gaze roaming over her face, as if memorizing every tiny detail. Then, finally, his lips curved into that slow, amused smirk again.

"Main soch raha hoon," he mused, "ke tum itni bechari kyun lag rahi ho?"

Beren's face heated at his mocking tone. "I—"

"Aur itni masoom bhi." His voice dropped lower, a hushed murmur meant only for her ears. "Jaise ek aisi cheez jo is duniya ki nahi hai."

Beren's hands clenched at her sides. "Main masoom nahi hoon."

Emir chuckled, low and dangerous. "Haan?" He lifted an eyebrow. "Toh yeh darr kyun tumhari aankhon mein hai?"

Beren opened her mouth to argue, but nothing came out. He wasn't wrong. She was scared—but not just of him. Of whatever this was. The strange, unexplainable tension that crackled in the air between them.

Before she could answer, there was a loud voice from outside. Emir's eyes flickered toward the entrance, his expression turning cold.

"Kanat," he muttered under his breath.

Beren's stomach twisted. Her father.

She didn't know what terrified her more—the idea of Kanat finding her here… or the fact that, deep down, she wasn't sure she wanted to leave.

Emir turned back to her, his gaze unreadable. "Yeh baat yahin rakhna, Beren."

Her name on his lips sent an unfamiliar shiver down her spine. And before she could process what was happening, he had already stepped past her, disappearing into the darkness like he belonged there.

And maybe, just maybe… a part of her wished she did too.

The Fire and the Fragile