14 parts Ongoing She sells flowers outside a temple.
He sells bodies behind closed doors.
Surbhi was never meant to be seen.
Not by someone like him.
But Yuvaan Chauhan doesn't see-he chooses.
And once he chooses... he owns.
Poor. Heavy. Naive.
She was invisible to the world-
Until he looked at her.
Now, she's no longer safe.
Not from the city.
Not from fate.
And definitely... not from him.
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"Speak."
Arnav's voice trembled.
"Sir... problem. Two girls-suicide. One more is missing. We only have one backup. And now..."
Yuvaan's voice dropped.
Cold. Controlled. Ice.
"Then find a fucking replacement, Arnav.
I don't care if it's your sister.
I want three hundred, not two-ninety-seven.
The ship leaves at the fixed time."
He exhaled.
Not out of emotion-just... maintenance.
Then turned to re-enter the hall-
-And collided with someone.
A brass thali clattered to the ground.
Marigold. Jasmine. Rose.
Flowers burst like a silent explosion across stone.
Surbhi gasped.
"S-s-sorry... mujhe maaf kijiye... galti ho gayi..."
Yuvaan said nothing.
He didn't look at the flowers.
He looked at her.
Ordinary.
Breakable.
Alive.
A replacement.
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A dark, painful love story.
Not for the soft-hearted.
Read at your own risk. 🖤
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