His Favorite Target

She walked in like a whisper-small, soft, unaware.

Too naive to sense the predator watching her from the shadows.

Too fragile to survive what he had planned.

Ayesha Singh thought college would be her fresh start. A chance to build a future, to make her parents proud.

She didn't know that from the moment her eyes met his, her future was no longer hers.

Vivaan Malhotra didn't believe in fate.

He believed in control. In power. In watching the light drain slowly from something pure.

And she was so pure.

He didn't want her love.
He wanted to ruin her.
To bend her until she broke.
And when she did-he'd make sure he was the only one left to pick up the shattered pieces.

Because once Vivaan chose a target...
He never missed.

And now-she was his.