ScarsandChai
Noor Roy was the It girl. A diva.
With her silky brown hair, golden skin, siren eyes, and a body that could make Marilyn Monroe blush - she made boys fall to their knees.
The girl who lived in stilettos and smoky eyeliner.
The girl who danced until 3 a.m. flirted like it was her second language.
She was the party.
She was unstoppable. Untamed.
Until a single moment shattered everything.
She jumped to feel free.
She fell... and never walked again.
The glitter faded.
The parties stopped.
Five years ago, on her eighteenth birthday, Noor leapt off a cliff in Goa - chasing adrenaline, chasing freedom.
She shattered her spine... and the life she knew.
Now 23, bound to a wheelchair and haunted by dreams she can't chase anymore, she writes about adventures she'll never have.
She can't bear to look at herself.
She hides behind sarcasm and shadows.
The spotlight's gone. So are the men, the makeup, the magic.
What's left? Maya. Her family. And the ghosts of a girl she doesn't recognize anymore.
Until one impulsive decision changes everything.
Her fuck-it point.
A plane ticket to Goa.
Back to the place where it all ended.
But fate has other plans.
Enter Adrian Thorne.
27.British. Billionaire. Broken.
The gruff, elusive heir to a fortune built in blood and numbers.
Stranded in Goa.
A grounded jet. A broken airport.
The press calls him London's Coldest Billionaire.
The boardrooms fear him.
He wears sin like a second skin.
With his flawless three-piece Tom Ford suits,
Cufflinks that cost more than your rent,
And a posh whiskey-like British accent, the kind that could ruin you in a whisper.
Adrian didn't smile; he smirked. A smirk that brought women to their knees.
His stare? Piercing ice-blue, capable of undressing your soul.. A permanent five o'clock shadow.
He's cruelly handsome. Devilishly distant.
A man born to rule the world... and burn it if he has to.
Until her.
They collide in the place where everything broke.
Some loves heal.
Theirs? Might burn them alive.