Tangled - Not Your Regular Fairytale

UPDATE

In a world where power buys silence and secrets rot beneath marble floors, a woman returns-not to forgive, but to unearth the truth everyone buried. Haunted by a past too twisted to stay dead, she steps into the lion's den disguised as grace itself. But he remembers. Her eyes. Her voice. Her danger. And as the facade begins to crack, so does the empire he built to forget her.

What begins as a whisper spirals into obsession, betrayal, and revelations that could ruin everything. Because in this game, no one is innocent-and the past always keeps score.

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Some stories do not begin with light.
They rise from silence.
From shadows.
From blood that never dried.

No newspaper covered the truth.
No obituary dared to whisper what really happened.
No justice was ever served.

Because this isn't a tale made for daylight.

It begins with a breath held too long. A look not meant to linger. A past that refuses to rot quietly in its grave.

He wasn't supposed to remember.
She wasn't supposed to return.
And yet, here they are. Two silhouettes bound not by time or fate, but by something far darker. Far older.

She enters his world like a question no one wants to answer. Poised, quiet, unnervingly familiar. People say she reminds them of someone-but never quite say who. Perhaps because speaking that name is like invoking a ghost. Perhaps because deep down, they know some truths are better left unspoken.

He watches her the way a man watches his own reflection when it moves without him. Uncertain. Cold. Curious. Afraid.

They call him brilliant. Ruthless. Powerful beyond measure. But beneath the steel of success lies something buried-something undone. It haunts him in mirrored glass, in perfume trails, in dreams that end in screams. He has built empires from his pain, but even empires are no match for memory. Or for her.

No one notices how the air shifts when she walks into a room.
How the lights seem to flicker just once.
How the laughter hushes ever so slightly.

But he notices.

He always notices.

And in that noticing lies danger.

Because what if she isn't new?
What if she's a whisper resurrected?
What if she's the last chapter he never dared to turn?

They say history repeats itself.
But sometimes, it rewrites.
Sometimes, it bleeds.
Sometimes, it wears a smile and knocks on your door.

In a city full of secrets, she is the most dangerous one.
And he, the man with everything to lose, will soon discover that not all ghosts stay buried. Some wear red lips. Some speak softly. Some demand answers.

And some come for revenge-not with guns or poison-but with truth.

There are files locked away in safes that no one opens.
Footage that mysteriously disappeared.
Names wiped clean from the system.

But every secret has a heartbeat.
And every lie... eventually wants to be found.

This is not a love story.
This is not a tragedy.
This is not a crime.

It is all of it.
And more.

Behind every powerful man, there is a shadow.
But sometimes, the shadow smiles back.
And sometimes, it's not behind him at all.

It's standing right in front.

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Hey lovely readers,
I know I’ve been away for way too long — disappearing without a proper explanation, leaving our beloved story hanging in the middle. And for that, I am genuinely sorry. You all have been so patient, and you deserve better.

But trust me when I say it wasn’t without good reason — I’m officially a graduate now... a doctor! 🎓💉
These past months have been incredibly demanding — emotionally, mentally, and physically. Between endless lectures, clinical rotations, sleepless nights, and exams, writing had to take a backseat.

But now that a major chapter of my life is complete, I'm slowly finding my way back to writing — back to you, and back to the worlds I left unfinished.

✨ The unfinished books will be continued soon, I promise. I haven't forgotten the characters, and I certainly haven't forgotten you.
In the meantime, I’ve poured my heart into something new — a fresh story that I hope you’ll fall in love with. So while you wait, please enjoy this new journey with me. Your support means the world.

Thank you for sticking around, for being kind, and for always reading.
I missed you all more than words can say.

With love and excitement,
– Ishika Sehgal