Gunsnrose Stories

Some marriages begin with flowers. Some begin with a gun. Samyukta never planned to be a bride. She never planned for any of it - the locked door, the letter left on a table, the way a single Tuesday morning could split a life into before and after without asking permission. She never planned to stand in a mandap that was not hers, wear a lehenga that was not hers, and say yes to a man she had never spoken to before that moment. But she did. And the man she said yes to is not a man people say no to. Rishiraj Singh Ranawat is cold in the way that certain things are cold - not because warmth was never there, but because something extinguished it a long time ago and he has spent years making sure it stays out. He is feared by his own family. He controls everything - every room, every schedule, every silence. He does not explain himself. He does not need to. He chose Samyukta deliberately. She does not know this yet. What follows is not a love story. It is not a rescue. It is something harder and more honest than both of those things - it is two people standing in the wreckage of a history neither of them made, trying to find out what they owe each other in it. There is a paper crane in a library. There is a truth that has been buried for seventeen years. There is a family in the shadows who has been waiting even longer. And somewhere in the middle of all of it - a woman who walked into someone else's fire and refused, quietly and completely, to be ash. Her name is Samyukta. This is her story. Some things are not what they appear. Some people are not who they seem. And some silences carry the weight of everything that was never allowed to be said.

Venessa Hudson, or better known as Nessy by her family, is daughter to Saul Hudson better known by Slash. Venessa is truly the definition of a daddys girl, she looks like him, acts like him, even talks like him, but when Venessa meats her secret admire, she will be tested.

"we are the youth gone wild!"