When a 'psychopath' with a 'green flag' falls deeply in love, the consequences are unpredictable.
~Book 1 of "Rhythm" series
Meet Darr, the enigmatic superstar singer who strikes fear into the hearts of many.
Nevertheless his outrageous fame, nobo...
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Kyon Nasha tera hoea hoea
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D A R R
📍E D M O N T O N, A L B E R T A
"And I think I know who it is..." Her words rushed out with such urgency that my heart felt like it was racing to keep up.
"Wh-What do you m-mean y-you kn-know wh-who it is..." I managed to stammer, my voice trembling as I struggled to maintain some semblance of control.
"It means mainu pata vi kaun ho skda. Stupid." She said, her tone laced with a mix of irritation and exasperation as she translated her words into Punjabi. Her eyes remained locked on her reflection in the mirror, a hint of defiance in her gaze.
"I u-under-stand en-english—Iffat..." I said, desperately trying to sound more composed despite the storm of emotions swirling inside me.
"So?" she replied, her voice softening slightly but still carrying an edge. She slowly released her tight ponytail, allowing her hair to fall freely in a cascade of dark waves that framed her face. As she stared into the mirror, her eyes met mine through the reflection, full of an enigmatic blend of challenge and allure.
I stood there, captivated by her presence. The way her hair tumbled down in such a carefree yet deliberate manner, combined with the intense focus in her eyes, was driving me to the brink of madness. Both her provocative words and her irresistible charm had me completely spellbound, leaving me unable to look away.
"Iffat—" Before I could complete my sentence, she interrupted me, her voice cutting through the tension. "Hair up or down?" she asked, her hand deftly pulling her hair into a ponytail as she glanced at her reflection in the mirror.
In that moment, I was caught between two overwhelming desires: the urgent need to uncover who her mysterious stalker was and the struggle to maintain my composure in front of her. The stakes felt incredibly high.
If this isn't what it means to be ride or die, then I don't know what is.
Maintaining my calm, I took a steadying breath and mustered a smile. "...D-down," I replied, the words slipping out with a blend of resolve and curiosity.
