Phobia (Vol I) | ✔

Siya Raichand was protected, cared and loved all her childhood. She had a perfect family, a perfect house, and a perfect life.

Until one fateful night.

Now she didn't feel safe out of her father's arms, touch wasn't appreciated if it wasn't her mother's and eyes seemed to be holding alternate motive if it wasn't her family looking at her.

Siya had long back realized world only believes what's on surface, never does it try to go beyond it. And she, she had a depth of an ocean that no one was willing to explore. She wasn't just the epitome of cruel smirks and cold glares, no, there was gentleness hidden within but no one seemed to believe that. So she didn't bother either. Because it didn't deserve what she was within, it deserved her ruthlessness and that's what she gave, in abundance.

If it feared her eyes, she didn't stop herself from throwing daggers through her empty glares. If it feared her mouth, she retaliated with filthy words and sarcasm. If it feared her memories, she gave them nightmares to dream about.

The world perceives her as a cruel, sanctimonious, greedy, and a sadist woman? Fine, that's what it'll get.

And she was determined to live by that, had it not been him barging into her life with his eyes darker than grey sky, his smile gentle than moonlight, his touch tender than a rose petal and his lips, those damn lips, so fucking kissable, that always spoke with undaunted courage and leveled sarcasm.

He wasn't intimidated like the rest of the world. He didn't entertain her status like the money sucking leeches did. He was him, and that was her favourite fucking thing about him.

The moment their bare fingers had brushed and she felt her heart skyrocketing, in a good way, she knew she couldn't let go of him.

He was her salvation.

He was her medicine.

He was her change.

And he belonged to her.

And hell would freeze over before she gave up on him.