The first time Aanya Malhotra sees Raayan Kapoor, she feels it.
Not just attraction, not just curiosity, something heavier, Darker. A pull she can’t name- and shouldn’t want.

She’s at an exclusive art gala, surrounded by silk gowns and polished smiles, perfectly comfortable in her curated world. Then he walks in- talk, self-assured, wearing power like it’s tailored to his skin. The crowd seems to move around him, yet his gaze doesn’t stray. When it finds her, the rest of the room ceases to exist.

Their first conversation is like stepping onto a ledge- one wrong move and she might fall. He talks in low tones for her alone, his words laced with double meanings, his eyes studying her as if he’s already peeling away her layers.
Aanya, - sharp tongued and stubborn , meets him with her own brand of defiance, refusing to be another conquest in her orbit.
But Raayan don’t chase. He hunts- slowly, deliberately, until the prey comes to him.
From that night on, he’s everywhere. A “chance” encounter in a cafe. A lingering presence at her workplace. Texts that appear at midnight, their words both daring and impossible to ignore. He touches her like he has every right to- the brush of fingers on her wrist, the way his hand rests at the small of her back when he leans into whisper something that isn’t entirely innocent .

Aanya tells herself she’s in control. She tells herself she can keep this light, safe, unthreatening . But Raayan doesn’t do safe. Every look, every word, every carefully measured silence pulls her deeper into his world- a world where rules bend, pleasure tangles with power, and control is something you give, not take.
He knows exactly how to undo her. And he does it without apology.

But desire is never simple. There’s something In Raayan’s eyes when he thinks she isn’t watching- a shadow , a story untold. He’s protective in ways that feels almost possessive. His dominance , intoxicating as it is, is laced with something more- something dangerous.
And Aanya has her own secrets. She has built her life on distance, on never letting anyone close enough to see the cracks beneath her perfect exterior. Raayan doesn’t just see them- he wants to touch them, own them, remake her into something that belongs to him entirely.
The heat between them builds until it’s unbearable - teasing turns to stolen kisses in dark corners, to moments where her pulse pounds so hard she can hear it in her ears. With Raayan , pleasure isn’t soft, it’s consuming. It’s the kind that blurs thought and leaves her trembling long after he’s stepped away.

But passion this intense always comes with a price.
Whispers reach her- fragments about who Raayan really is, the things he’s done, the people who would rather see him gone. He never answers het questions directly, only gives her truths that feel like riddles. And yet, she can’t stay away. Every time she tries to pull back, he finds her. Every time she says no, he turns it into a yes without crossing a line she can name.

She’s falling.
And the most dangerous part is.. he knows it .
The closer they get, the more the lines blur between who’s in control and who’s surrendering. Raayan demands everything without ever raising his voice; Aanya gives more than she ever intended without realising when it happened. But in the quiet moments- the one’s between the fire and teasing - there’s a tenderness that makes her chest ache, a glimpse of the man beneath the dominance.

Then the past catches up. Choices nade years ago resurface, threatening to destroy the fragile things that they’ve built. Trust is tested and boundaries are pushed, and bith must decide whether what they feel is strong enough to survive the weight of what they’ve hidden.

Sensual, addictive and laced with mystery , Pinned by Desire will pull you into a romance where every glance holds a secret, every touch is a promise  and every chapter takes you deeper into a story you won’t want to escape.

Her back hit the wall before she realised she'd been moving.


Raayan's hand pinned her wrist above her head, his body caging hers without touching her- not quite. The air between them was molten, the scent of cologne wrappinv around her like smoke.


"You've been running from this for too long" - he murmured , his voice low enough that she felt it in her chest more than she heard it. 


"Shh-". His thumb traced along her lower lip, slow and deliberate. "Say my name like you did the first night "


Heat shot down her spine. She wanted to — God, she wanted to- but pride tangled with desire in her throat.


"You think you're in control," he said softly, his mouth so close the words brushed her skin. "But I promise you, Aanya… i will make you forget what control even feels like."


But then his lips were almost — almost — almost on hers.


Chapter 1 - Prologue- Heat without a name