He was her brother's best friend-the one who smiled too softly and watched too closely. To the world, Ahaan was composed, kind, untouchable. But behind closed doors, he was something else entirely-obsessed, possessive, and dangerously devoted. Advika was fragile, innocent-too trusting for a world that didn't play fair. She never saw the storm hiding behind his eyes. She fell... not knowing she was walking straight into his obsession. He chased her. He caged her. He loved her in a way that felt like ruin. And love, in his hands, was never meant to feel safe.