He broke us

We weren't in love. We were an inferno-ruthless, consuming, the kind of fire that left nothing but smoke and scars. Vikram was my first kiss, my first time, my first taste of forever. And he was the first boy who ever made me fear the way love could bruise. One look in his eyes and I saw my father's madness staring back at me. So I did the only thing I could-I ripped us apart before he could ruin me too.

But Vikram never let me walk away clean. He made sure I bled for it. He fucked his way through half the class, made me watch him turn cruel, made me choke on the ashes of what we used to be. He made me watch him become everything I hated. And still, I loved him like a fool. Still, I gave him one rule-don't touch her.

The girl who made my life a living hell.
The one betrayal that would cut me deeper than all the rest.

And he did it anyway.

That was the day I buried whatever soft, stupid love I had left for him. That was the day I decided Vikram Chauhan could burn alone.

Now he's back in my life. Older. Colder. Dangerous in ways even he wasn't before. And he's looking at me like I'm still his, like the years and the ruin mean nothing.

But he doesn't get to set me on fire twice.

Too bad, Vikram. This time, it's not happening.