He ruined her once. Now she's coming back-with a darker name and a deadlier heart. ----- She wasn't made of love. She was stitched together with secrets, soaked in sin, and wired to self-destruct. Especially when he touched her. ----- "You're still mine," she said, breathless, her nails digging into his throat. He didn't flinch. He smiled. "No, Rose," he growled, dragging her hips down on him, "I'm your punishment." --- Vritika Sharma. Sweet voice. Pretty lies. Too submissive to be dangerous. Too polite to stab you in the chest. Until you blink- And your world bleeds. She's a criminal psychologist hunting a killer who leaves bodies like confessions, poses them like love letters, and sends roses to a man she should've forgotten long ago. Ekansh Singh Rana. Billionaire. Underworld beast. Cold eyes. Sinful mouth. And a hunger for the girl he once broke- but never stopped wanting. --- Now she's chasing corpses. He's chasing ghosts. And someone is playing god between them- twisting reality, rewriting the past, and dragging them both back to a love that never healed... just festered. --- "You'll destroy me," she whispered, lip trembling. He licked the blood off her jaw. "No, baby... You'll beg for it." --- This isn't love. This is addiction with teeth. And the line between victim and villain? It was never real to begin with. --- Some love stories end in rings. Theirs ends in graves. And orgasms. Sometimes both.