𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬. (Slow updates) ________________________________________ 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐈𝐧 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝. _________________________________________ I knew from the beginning that loving him would ruin me. He didn't look at me the way stories promised. I wasn't the girl he wanted, wasn't the one he searched for-and yet, I stayed. I loved him quietly, foolishly, knowing it would cost me something I couldn't afford to lose. This is a story of obsession that doesn't scream, of betrayal that doesn't announce itself, and of a heart that keeps choosing what breaks it. I'm trying to let go. But some loves don't end-they just become scars. _________________________________________ She was never my weakness. Or so I believed. I didn't see it happening. I didn't invite it. But some things don't ask for permission-they settle quietly and refuse to leave. This is a story about my control slipping, about emotions I don't name, and about the one person who changed the rhythm of my life without trying. _________________________________________ What happens when love is not a blessing-but a sin you willingly commit? Can a girl ever move on from a love that never wanted to her or so she believe? Is obsession born from love... or from the fear of losing control? In a world of ruins, can love exist without bleeding? Read to find out.

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬. (Regular updates) _________________________________________ Finally, she whispered, "How could you?" The words trembled in the air of their bedroom-soft lamplight casting long shadows across the silk sheets that still smelled like him. Anvi stood at the foot of the bed, phone clutched in her shaking hand, the paused video frozen on a grainy frame she wished she could unsee. Ranvijay sat on the edge, elbows on his knees, watching her with those whiskey eyes that had always made her feel safe. Until tonight. Six months of marriage. Six months of waking up to his quiet "Good morning, meri biwi jaan," his fingers brushing hair from her face like she was something precious. Six months of stolen kisses that never went further-because he'd smile against her lips and murmur, "Not yet, Bambolina. First your dreams. First your white coat with 'Dr. Rawat' on it." Six months of feeling cherished in ways she never knew existed. And now this. A video-sent anonymously to her phone. Him in a dark warehouse. Blood on his hands. Her stepmother's body on the floor. His voice-cold, final-giving the order. Anvi's throat burned. "You killed her." Not a question. Ranvijay didn't flinch, Didn't look away either. "I did." Two words. It was Quiet. Absolute. She took a step back, phone dropping to the carpet with a soft thud. "You're... you're him. Thanatos. Mafia. All of it."