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I was never supposed to get a second act. In the original script, I was the legendary female villain-Vish-ruthless, brilliant, and scheduled to die a violent, satisfying death for the plot.
Then my creator got herself murdered, nearly blew me up with a gas leak, and accidentally dumped me into the real world, too.
Naturally, I did what any reformed fictional monster would do to blend in and not stand out- I put on oversized glasses, wore hideous oversized sweaters, and hid in plain sight as Iraaya Malhotra-a completely 'ordinary' college student who secretly writes bestselling dark romance novels under a pen name- IRA.
It was boring, safe, and wildly pathetic. But I wanted a normal life this time.
Until I got bored enough to play tourist in a real-world mafia safehouse and dragged home a bleeding, half-dead man.
He calls himself a nobody with amnesia.
In reality, he's Abhirajvardhan Rathore-the betrayed heir to a massive underworld empire. He thinks I'm an awkward, harmless girl who needs protection. I think he's an idiot with great hair, a handsome face, and a tragic past.
There's just one more problem.
He used to be a fanboy of my fictional books.
He spent years obsessing over Vish-the cold-blooded villainess-without ever realizing that she's currently cooking his dinner, patching up his wounds, and hiding a terrifying body count from her previous life.
Now his family is hunting us, my creator's murder is pulling us both into the deep end, and my peaceful little life is officially over.
They want a villain?
Fine.
But this time, Abhirajvardhan is going to learn what it feels like to meet the real villain.