Book #1 of the psychopath series
𝙎𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨...
But for 𝖍𝖎𝖒?
She's just his little ᴘsʏᴄʜᴏᴛɪᴄ ᴡɪғᴇʏ-
Unhinged, unpredictable, and madly, dangerously in love.
The kind of l...
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Yesterday was supposed to be special. My birthday. A day about cake, chaos, and some peace. But nope. My dad thought it was the perfect day to drop a bomb—my marriage.
Sounds great, right? I should be happy. I mean, I’m marrying the love of my life. But then… why do I feel like something’s off?
Why does my chest feel heavy instead of light? Why does it feel like I’m walking into something I didn’t sign up for?
Knock*
knock*
Snapping out of my spiraling thoughts, I turned toward the door. And of course—here comes the angry bull himself.
“Bhai?” I blinked as Raj bhai brushed past me like I didn’t exist. No hello, no glare—just straight to the couch. Great. And right behind him, Vishu. Double the drama incoming.
Bhai settled on the couch like a storm cloud ready to pour, and Vishal? That idiot jumped onto my bed like he owned the place.
“So... why do you love him?”
Subtlety? Who’s he?
That was too direct. I wasn’t prepared for this interrogation at 9 in the morning.
“Heh? I mean— um...Bhai— woh—”
“Jaldi bol, uss gadhe ke liye pura din nahi hai humare paas,” Vishal snapped, making me glare at him. Why is he always like this? Can I return him?
“Vishal. Quiet.” Bhai didn’t even look at him—just waved a hand like shooing a fly. A moment of silence for Vishu’s ego. We needed that.
Bhai looked back at me, his voice much softer this time. “Baacha, are you sure you’re okay with this marriage?”
Before I could even think of an answer, Vishal chimed in again—because of course he did. “Cuz we’re not!”
You’re not?? Since when?! And the way Bhai completely ignored that comment? Priceless.
“You still have time to say no. Leave the rest to us,” he added quietly.
You know what’s crazy? My Bhai… he’s everything. My shield, my home, my best friend. He’s been more of a parent to me than my actual parent. He always knows. Even when I don’t.
But right now? I don’t even know what I feel.
“Okay, Baacha. Come downstairs for breakfast when you’re ready,” Raj Bhai said, standing up with Vishal the Bandar trailing behind him. And just like that, they left.
Yesterday night, after the party ended and the guests were gone, I came back to this weird... hollowness. Not sad. Not happy. Just blank.
To distract myself, I dove into two back-to-back romance novels—because why not? If I can’t live my dream love story, I can at least read about one. If you know, you know.
