Basketball was an unpredictable game. You could never predict what may happen on the court, no matter what. Be it between players or coaches or just the game itself-just like life. No matter how old you get, you can't predict what may happen in your life. And the same was Ishira Malhotra's life. But in her life, you wouldn't know who's more unpredictable-Ishira herself or life? And the opposite was the life of Zuvanil Virk. No matter how unpredictable life may be, he was always predictable-just like common tales of kings and queens from the 19th century. He was that old too-not by his age but by his mind and tactics. His life was like solving the same math sum over and over again, until she came along with her nuisance as a plus-one package. However, you would never see the guy second-guessing that decision anymore. It was as if he was scared of Ishira hearing his thoughts and then creating more absurdity in his life. However, he enjoyed it too-because it was caused by his pretty little Havoc, after all. This was their fairytale-until it wasn't. Until everything changed, and Zuvanil became the nuisance in Ishira's life, and she became the version of herself that no one recognised anymore-not even her.

I was never meant to fall for her, and I didn't-I became obsessed. She was the daughter of my father's enemy - a girl born into the wrong bloodline, hidden beneath a name that never should've been hers. That night, I found more than just a face. I found lies. Secrets. A mystery the world wasn't supposed to uncover. So I did what I do best. I watched. I followed. I tore through every piece of her past until I knew her better than she knew herself. And on her eighteenth birthday, I came back to take what I'd been waiting for. Hours before I touched her, my father was announced dead. Every shred of evidence pointed to her bloodline - to the man who raised her. Her father. But, his presence at her birthday party only deepened the mystery and I was driven to uncover the truth. In the name of love, I made her cross lines she never imagined. I twisted her desires. Broke her limits. Pushed her into a world she didn't ask to enter. And now that she's here, I'll burn down everything that tries to take her away. The deeper I drag her into my darkness, the more I realize I'm not the only one watching. There are others-lurking behind masks, hidden in shadows, waiting for their moment. Maybe it was never just my story. Maybe I was just the beginning. I forced her to make choices no one should ever face. And she followed-blindly, breathlessly-because in her world, I became the only thing that felt real. But nothing here is real. Not love. Not loyalty. Not even the family you were born into. Everything is twisted. Everything is a lie. And in a world where masks are worn better than truth, you can't trust anyone-not even your own self. She thought this story began with me. But what she doesn't know is that she's the one at the center of it all. This isn't just an obsession. This is a war. And she's the one everyone wants to destroy. And I am Zayn Rev Vincent. Her monster who's going to protect her-even if I'm the most dangerous thing she'll ever need protection from.