UPCOMING!! Cover credit : @zeyrxane Thank you so much for this beautiful cover.

The spotlight loves him. The world adores him. But only she knows the truth beneath the glittering façade. I'm thrilled-and perhaps a little wicked-to announce my upcoming dark romance, where fame, obsession, and danger collide in the most intoxicating way. ✧ He's Bollywood's darling. Radiant, untouchable, a god on every red carpet. ✧ She's her shadow. A bodyguard forged in violence, sworn to protect him-even from herself. But when the cameras turn off and the doors lock, the rules shatter. "You are public property, but behind closed doors, every pulse, every breath, every terrified whisper-that belongs only to me, Abhi." This isn't a love story. This is a claiming. For those who crave romance laced with danger, power plays that toe the line between devotion and possession, and a love so fierce it hurts-this book is your sin. And I can't wait for you to fall into its pages. ------------------------------------

🎀⋆｡𖦹°.🧿⋆❀˖°🍧 The rain had always been an accomplice to their secrets. Ahaan, even at seven, possessed an unnerving precision. His neatly combed hair, his crisp school uniform, the way he meticulously arranged his toy soldiers in perfect platoons - it all spoke of an inherent order. His mind, already a nascent calculator, quietly absorbed the world, categorizing, analyzing, seeking logical patterns. Mahi, two years younger, was his antithesis, a riot of untamed energy and effortless grace. Her hair, perpetually escaping its braids, framed a face that was already breathtakingly beautiful, even in its childish contours. She didn't walk; she flitted, a hummingbird caught in a sunbeam. But even then, a nascent wariness flickered in her dark, polished brown eyes. She was stunning, undeniably, but that profound beauty felt less like a gift and more like a magnet for unwanted attention. They were an improbable pair. Ahaan, the quiet observer, the meticulous strategist of childhood games, and Mahi, the vibrant, impulsive force of nature. Yet, they were inseparable. She would pull him into grand, imaginative adventures where he, with his logical mind, would build the structures and rules, while she, with her boundless spirit, would breathe life into them. Then, the rain stopped being an accomplice and became a shroud. Mahi was in the first standard, Ahaan in the third, when an accident ripped the vibrant tapestry of their childhood. The news arrived like a thunderclap - Mahi's mother, gone. The world, which had always seemed so meticulously ordered to Ahaan, suddenly fractured. He saw Mahi's usually bright eyes cloud over, her laughter replaced by a hollow silence.

🎀⋆｡𖦹°.🧿⋆❀˖°🍧 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗔 𝗗𝗘𝗘𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗔 𝐒𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐇𝐑𝐀 Siya was built for purpose, her frame curvy and solid, her skin a rich, compelling dusky tone that glowed under the unforgiving Indian sun. Her confidence wasn't practiced; it was an innate spiritual buoyancy. She handled cash, complaints, and compliments with the same easy grace, her eyes sharp and assessing, missing nothing. Her life was an open book, written in bold, optimistic strokes. She was sunshine distilled, a force of nature entirely comfortable in her skin and her place, even as she dreamed of places elsewhere. 𝐄𝐊𝐀𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐇𝐀𝐍 Ekaansh Chauhan carried his world with him, and it was a heavy one. He was the definition of controlled containment. At sixteen, his lean, muscular frame was not the result of village labor, but of frantic, disciplined gym work-a physical attempt to outrun the demons that clawed at him in the quiet hours. He was strikingly handsome, certainly, but his beauty was sterile, guarded. His jaw was perpetually clenched, his eyes-deep-set and intense-held the muted, faraway look of someone who had seen too much, too soon.