Nasaza (EDITING)

Aadesh was expecting a soft romance. The one which he read about in books, the one which swept him off his feet and made him feel alive. The one that took his breath away.

Instead, the new boy at school finds that his classmate was emotionally sponsored by Gotham city.

His little devil did have the ability to take his breath away. Literally.

The girl with the secrets she so desperately tries to hide. The girl with the blade she holds so lovingly against his neck. The girl who's blood spills as if it has a mind of its own, trying to lead astray the curious into forests with dangers she's curated herself.' He didn't want to be in her life, not with her secretive, psychopathic tendencies. Not with his heart beating out of his chest for reasons he couldn't fathom. But somehow, he was. And came with her the dream package.

The guy who jokes like nothing matters, patches people up while inventing new expletives, and somehow always ends up right in the middle of things he claims he doesn't care about.

The boy who believes in doing the "right thing," even when it's messy, inconvenient, and emotionally expensive, and still stands his ground like it's a personal religion.

And that one doll.

Soft edges and controlled silence, like satin wrapped around something sharp. She doesn't raise her voice, she doesn't need to. She moves people without them noticing they've been moved, leaves questions instead of answers, and somehow always stays just outside the reach of certainty.

Aadesh Malhotra was expecting he'd live a normal life. But curiosity did kill the cat.

(or that one time when wannabe golden retriever detective fell for the girl who could make 'good morning' sound mildly threatening.)