He offered help, she rolled her eyes-and fate rolled its sleeves. If you are looking for a story capturing soft romance ,drama and no love triangle, then its for you! ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ "Excuse me," I said, looking up. "That's my table." The guy didn't even glance properly. "Yeah, it's crowded. I just need this plug point for five minutes." "Five minutes become fifty," I muttered. He looked at me then-sharp eyes, expression unreadable. "I didn't realize you had a timer for strangers." "Only the ones who don't ask before hijacking a seat." He gave a dry half-smile. "You own this café?" "No," I said sweetly, "Just basic manners." For a second, we stared at each other-that awkward, slightly annoying tension where neither wants to back down. Finally, he sighed, unplugged his charger, and stood up. "Happy now?" "Ecstatic." He walked away without another word, leaving behind the faint smell of coffee and arrogance. I rolled my eyes, muttering, "Some people really think the world's their extension cord." And that would've been it; just a random, annoying stranger. Except he was not!

Reyansh Raichand is not heartless. His heart is just frozen, craving to be moved. The world that is empty, the crowd that is shallow and the life that is absent of entity, he is willing to give up all and cease his existence. That is until, Jahanvi Mathur, along with her three year old, stumbles back into his life after six years. She has it all, happiness, smiles, and laughs, embracing her in it's pulchritude. Two emotions collide. His hate for her and love for the little one, drives him into an insane obsession to win them both. Inflicting pain on her and putting world to the feet of her daughter is his only aim. His heart has finally moved. And not for a great cause. He knew she was an art, and he wanted to ravage her. Because he was a Sinner and she was going to be his most beautiful Sin. Content and Trigger Warning: This story depicts mental health issues, trauma, violence and suicide.