"Don't marry him." "You don't understand, Ayaan--" "I'll kill him, Tara. Before the wedding After the wedding. Whether he's got you wearing his ring or his name tattooed on your skin. It won't matter. I'm asking you not to marry him because you'll be widowed within a few hours. Aur tum mujhe safed saree mein achhi nahi lagogi." ────•~❉✿❉~•──── I was engaged to the wrong man. But I was in love with a worse one. Not because he'd hurt me. Not that. Never that. But because he was a relic of everything I craved but wasn't allowed to touch. I had been told that I could stay safe if I hid. But safety was never seductive. And madness was wrapped in red silk. ────•~❉✿❉~•──── This is Fitoor. The kind of love that whispers, 'he'd kill for you.' The kind of love that answers back, 'he already did.'

"Why don't you give up , Jahaan? It would be so much easier." "Giving up on you is something I'm not capable of , Kaya. Even if it means dragging you back from the edge of self destruction again and again." I keep talking , in desperate attempts to somehow keep her mind occupied so she doesn't push the knife deeper. ༻❁༺ He's out for revenge. My husband is the master of deception , weaving a tapestry of lies so intricate that even I believed in the illusion. When the darkness wraps it's hands around my throat , tempting me into oblivion , he's there. He's all I know. He's the reason I breathe , even when my lungs ache with the effort. He's the only one who can keep me alive and that's his cruelty. ༻❁༺ She is my blue flame. The one constant in a world full of shadows and shifting lies. She doesn't get to leave. I won't let her slip away into the darkness that claws at her soul. Let her scream , let her rage. I'll drag her back every time , because she is mine , and I won't let her go. Not to death. Not to herself. Not to anyone.

Two wandering stars colliding, suddenly hitched into the same orbit, bound for eternity. THE SINGHANIA SAGA Book-1 (A standalone) ༻❁༺ I didn't ask for a husband. He didn't want a wife. When I was pushed into an arranged marriage with Vihaan Singhania, who made it very clear he wanted to do nothing with me, I swore, I'd survive it. Keep my head high. And my heart out of it. Except staying out of his way was impossible when he was everywhere. At my midnight dinners. In my bedroom. In my head. Our deal was simple: no love, no feelings, no strings. But the closer I got to him, the more dangerous it became. Because in this game of power and pretense, someone would break. And I was terrified it was going to be me. ༻❁༺