The House of Withered Roses (18+)

He told himself it was wrong.
That she was too young. Too obsessed. Too dangerous.

But when Meher moaned his name in her sleep from the room down the hall-he couldn't stay away.
When she bit her lip during writing lessons, leaning in too close, smelling like sin-he couldn't breathe.
And when he caught her in his study, hand between her thighs, whispering his lines like a prayer-he was already hers.

Aarav kissed her like a man possessed.
Touched her like she was a memory slipping through his fingers.
Fucked her like she was salvation and punishment.

And she took it all.

Every word. Every bruise. Every broken piece of the man who once murdered the only woman he ever loved.

Because she knew.
And now, she'd have him forever.

Even if it meant dragging him back into the bloodstained past.