"You ruined me," I confess, my voice a rasp against her skin. "I can't fucking breathe without you. I can't think. I can't exist." My fingers trail down, skimming the curve of her hip. "And it's killing me." She trembles but doesn't push me away. Her silence is my undoing. I slam my hand against the wall beside her, caging her in, my breath ragged. "You want me to walk away? Tell me. Say it, and I will." Her lips part, but no words come. I let out a sharp, bitter laugh. "You can't, can you?" I tilt her chin up again, forcing her to meet my gaze. "Because you're just as ruined as I am." And then I kiss her. Hard. Desperate. A collision of everything we've denied ourselves. Because no matter how much I fought it, no matter how much I wanted to hate her- She's mine. And I'll burn down the whole damn world before I let her go.

"𝓣𝓮𝓻𝓲 𝓶𝓸𝓱𝓪𝓫𝓫𝓪𝓽 𝓴𝓲 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓫 𝓽𝓱𝓲 𝓽𝓸𝓱 𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓯𝓪𝓲𝓵𝓪 𝓭𝓲𝔂𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓶𝓷𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓪 𝓱𝓪𝓶 𝓽𝓸𝓱 𝓿𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓳𝓸 𝓪𝓹𝓷𝓲 𝔃𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓰𝓲 𝓴𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝔂𝓮 𝓫𝓱𝓲 𝓓𝓾𝓪 𝓷𝓪𝓱𝓲 𝓴𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮 " _ 𝑱𝒂𝒖𝒏 𝑬𝒍𝒊𝒂_ Some things just occur Once in a lifetime ..... like first Love ...... like first betrayal .... like first ...... murder ...in the family . If the memories have blurred for me , they haven't for him . If I have healed myself doesn't mean he has too . My name carved on the glinting blade of his sword screams that he still lives in time when it all had happened . He hates me now and me ? ...... I think it doesn't matter anymore . We are just strangers with a past , walking on grounds of The Crown Institute . He has to avoid seeing me , and I have to avoid getting killed by the Nawabzada . · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·