────୨ৎ──── ✨ This isn't just a story... it's a storm. A unique, loyal, sacred journey of two souls - one consumed by obsession, the other bound by pure, selfless love. Fate tore them apart again and again, yet they fought through fire and blood, carving their names into the dark pages of history that refuse to fade. This isn't a tale you'll simply read... it's one that will stay in your veins, in your memory, and in the quiet corners of your heart, forever. ✨ ✧༝┉𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆 ┉༝✧ My eyes snapped open. A sharp pain throbbed at the back of my skull, vision swimming before the world bled into focus - wooden walls, the faint bite of pine, the cabin groaning under its own weight. I was tied down. Arms bound with coarse rope, the burn searing my skin, panic clawing into my lungs. And then-him. Nihal. Only a few feet away, arms crossed, eyes unreadable, as though he had already decided my fate. "Let me go!" My voice cracked, raw with fear. "No." His reply was flat. Cold. Like a blade at my throat. I struggled harder, wrists screaming. "LET ME GO!" His silence pressed against me. Then, with a low sigh, he moved. In swift, deliberate motions, he loosened the ropes. My arms collapsed at my sides, tingling and half-dead. Without a word, he swung the door open- And the world exploded in blinding light. Not a forest. Not safety. The sky. A helicopter. Wind roared like a beast, tearing through the open doorway, whipping my hair, rattling my bones. My heart faltered. "Go," Nihal's voice was a dare, stolen half by the rotors. I stumbled forward, not knowing if freedom or death waited on the other side. My chest heaved, legs trembling, when- His big hand shot out. Fingers clamped like steel around my arm, unyielding. Fear surged, drowning reason, my pulse hammering as the world tilted between his grip... and the endless drop below. ────୨ৎ────

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. 🎶 LALALAAA, my dandelionsss!! 🎶 Guess who's back?? Yep, your chaotic little Luna with my third workkk 🥳 and honestly... I'm both excited and nervous because this isn't like the usual stories. This isn't a plot. No mafia, no kings, no queens. Just music. Just lyrics. Just emotions that refuse to shut up inside my head. Because let's be real - I'm that person who: - replays the same song 500 times like a maniac 🙃 - screams "THIS SONG IS SO ME" every 3 minutes 💁♀️ - cries at 3AM with earphones in like it's free therapy 😭 - and still says "one more replay" while already on the 87th one 😌 So yeah... welcome to my chaos disguised as a book. 🎧 WELCOME TO MY LYRIC WORLD 🎧 A safe corner where: ✧ Some songs broke me. ✧ Some songs healed me. ✧ And some just sat in my chest like home. Languages? Oh bestie, we don't do limits here. English, Hindi, Telugu, Tamil, Spanish, Arabic - if it makes my heart scream, it's going in. Because your author is HIGHKEY obsessed with music in every language (lowkey is a lie 👀). And you know what? This isn't just my diary - it's ours. If you've ever: - stared at the ceiling while letting lyrics eat you alive, - whispered lines under your breath like a secret spell, - or felt your whole chest ache because of a verse- Then welcome home, bestie. You belong here. This is not fancy. It's not polished. It's messy, chaotic, and loud in the quietest way. But it's real. It's soft. And it's honest. So grab your headphones, lie down, and let's vibe together through words that don't just rhyme, but bleed. To my dandelions 🌼 - thank you for vibing with me always, for listening, for laughing at my chaos, for turning my noise into comfort. This book is for you. For us. For every soul that ever whispered... "this song is me." . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ ✨This is not just a vampire story-it is sacred enough to tremble before, and impure enough to shatter the sacred. The protagonists are the cursed siblings of ♥ AMIDST of DARK and LOVE ♥. (Vihaan - Luna's Elder Brother , Kiara - Nihal's Elder Sister , read the book if you want to know more!!!) He is a vampire-obsessed, dangerous, and bound to her by something deeper than blood. He's hidden his monstrous truth from the world, even from his sister, Luna. But the curse claws at him, demanding the one thing that can make him human again- pure human blood. And to get it, he will destroy whatever innocence still remains. Be warned-this story will not just touch you. It will stain you.✨ ✧༝┉ 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆 ┉༝✧ "To crave the sacred is the sin of the damned. And I was never holy to begin with." He caged me against the wall-midnight eyes burning with centuries of hunger. "What, Vihaan?" I gasped. "Your name is Stefan Salvatore?" A wicked smirk curved his lips. "Yes. I'm your husband... and The Dark Lord." He leaned closer. "Fitting, isn't it? Your brother's underworld name is Damon Salvatore. Even the sacred fall." "No," I whispered, trembling. "You can't do this." His hands gripped my waist-dark and possessive. "You think I'd let you go? After fifty cursed years in a coffin, waiting for you to be reborn into the woman who's mine?" His touch burned like fate. This wasn't love- It was ancient. Cursed. ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘