"Look at yourself," Zaid mumbled, taking her chin in his hand and forcing her attention. "You wouldn't survive an hour out there. You are a domestic thing, Shravya. You need walls, and you need a roof upon your head. You need me." "No! I hate you!" She shrieked, nails digging into his chest the same way they were tormenting the ground earlier. "You hate me, right?" He asked in a calm tone. "Yes! Yes, I hate you! Let me go!" "Fine." He let go of her chin and took a step back. His eyes gazed at all of her, in a tactile way, grazing the outline of her body beneath the sodden fabric of her dress. "If you want to go, then go naked." ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ Have you ever seen anyone wanting someone so desperately that the need drives them insane - eating them up from the inside? He said he had always loved me. Madly. From the outside, he was a beautiful man. But inside, he was a monster in human skin. To keep me, he crossed every line. Sinned again and again. He chopped the wings of my freedom, and caged me in his paradise. He ruined me. Destroyed me. But still, it wasn't enough. Why? Because insanity knows no limits. He didn't know either. ◀ | DARK PSYCHOLOGICAL HORROR | ▶ ◀ | MATURE CONTENT + DARK THEMES | ▶ ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ [ SCARED - Trapped For Infinity ] ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ All Rights Reserved 2020 © Panchi Verma

𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬. Love is hope for the hopeless and sin for the saint. Love is both a salvation for the lost and a temptation for the righteous. It drives people to cross lines they swore never to. But when two souls intertwine, promising to hold each other till eternity, love becomes something far more profound-both a sin and a salvation. - Happy Ending -

Ira Verma never imagined her new job would land her inside the cold, echoing walls of the Rathore estate-a mansion guarded by silence, secrets, and the brooding presence of the man she's been hired to care for. Devraj Singh Rathore, heir to one of the most powerful families in India, is feared by many and understood by none. Bound to a wheelchair after a brutal attack, he shows no emotion, no warmth... and certainly no interest in the woman tending to him. At least, that's what Ira believes. What she doesn't know is that behind his still gaze lies a storm-dark, obsessive, and dangerously fixated on her. He watches when she's not looking, collects pieces of her she never gave, and burns with jealousy every time his younger brother dares to flirt with her. But Ira has a life outside this mansion. A fiancé her family chose. A future she thought she wanted. Devraj is done pretending. And when obsession begins to crack through restraint, Ira must face a chilling truth: You can only run so far... when the one who craves you is already inside your world.