Mencyna Campbell didn't fall in love with Kaishav Singh Rathore.
She chose him.
After her father's murder, every path led to Kaishav-a powerful, untouchable man with a flawless reputation and a dangerous mind. But instead of exposing him or staying away, Mencyna did something far more destructive.
She walked straight into his life.
She made him trust her.
She made him need her.
And slowly, deliberately... she made him fall in love with her.
For Kaishav, it was real. Every word, every touch, every feeling-real.
For Mencyna, it was revenge.
Until the truth came out.
"I gave her all of me... but in my language, it is called true love. For her, I was just an unverified revenge. She punished me for something I never did."
That was the moment everything ended.
Not loudly. Not dramatically.
Just... completely.
Years later, they met again-but they weren't the same people anymore.
She was Maansi Rao, softer than before, carrying the weight of everything she had done.
He was Cash R., colder than ever, a man who had buried his heart where no one could reach it again.
Their love had vanished long ago... or at least, that's what they believed.
"Love is like a paper," Kaishav said, his voice calm but distant. "Once it gets burned, it turns into ashes, and ashes can never be converted back into paper again."
"Fair enough," she replied quietly, her eyes steady. "But for me, love is like wind... sometimes slow, sometimes fast, but always present."
And maybe that's what made it dangerous.
Because even after betrayal... after hatred... after years of silence-
something between them still refused to die.
She used him for revenge.
He loved her for real.
Now fate wants them back-and neither is ready.
🪷TROOPS🪷
💸Rich×Rich
💕EnemiesTOLovers
👀Cold Hearted×Hot Headed
😶🌫Indian×NRI
❤🩹He fell first, she fell harder.
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