"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.

| To the ones who think he would go for beauty , He won't! | ༻❁༺ "What's wrong Roop?" He asked, his voice laced with exhaustion as he stood infront of her, pulling her closer. Her weary eyes met his. "I don't deserve this , Agastya. It hurts." She whispered before she let her guard down, breaking down in front of the very man whom she told that no body matters to her, nothing hurts her. She was made for love - a delicate thing pretending to be untouched by the world, especially in front of the one man who understood her better than she understood herself.

In your eyes , I see my future and it's fucking gorgeous. ─•~❉᯽❉~•─ "I am sorry" Varahi apologised almost in a whisper as his jaw flexed , the tears in her eyes threatening to fall. Avyaan scoffed , "Baby, sorry for?" He asked softly , his expressions and rage in his eyes screaming differently. "Please" Varahi whispered , this was too much. She wasn't ready to play silent treatment any more. "Hmm?" Avyaan hummed , leaning closer asking her to elaborate. His knee slipped between her legs as he shoved her body more into the wall while pushing his body more in hers making sure that she wasn't hurt by any chance. His grip softly forces her face up to align with his. His eyes dropped down to her lips before meeting her weary eyes. ─•~❉᯽❉~•─

THE SINGHANIA SAGA Book-1 ༻❁༺ "You're acting like a boy chasing after a fantasy. This isn't love. When she leaves you-because, trust me, she will-you'll come crawling back here." she snapped. This isn't love. Yeah, no shit, it isn't. Love was a lie. An elaborate, messy lie people told themselves to justify their selfishness. A convenient excuse for abandoning logic and reason, for making mistakes they had no right to make. I'd spent my whole life watching it destroy people. My father loved my mother, or so he claimed, but all it ever brought them was pain. Screaming matching in the dead of the night. Shattered glasses on the marble floors. I'd grown up wading through the wreckage of their so-called love, and I'd sworn, I'd never let myself fall victim to it. And I hadn't. Not really. Because this wasn't love. It couldn't be. Love--if existed--was fragile. It could break. It could end. People fell out of it. What I felt was unwavering. Unbreakable. It wasn't something I could lose or fall out of. It wasn't a fleeting moment or an illusion I'd be able to discard when things got too difficult. It was part of me, as much as my skin, my bones, my blood. It was something that would never fade. ༻❁༺