A HEART IN CHAINS

SAANVI AHUJA
lived like a masterpiece no one was allowed to touch,
beautiful on the surface, but painted over wounds she kept buried in shadows.
There was a quiet elegance in the way she carried herself,
a softness people admired and a steel they never saw coming.
Her past was a locked room, and she had burned the key long ago.

"No one gets close," she reminds herself. "Not anymore."

Because closeness meant danger.
And danger was something she had learned to outrun with a practiced smile.

RUHAAN SEHGAL
carried revenge like it was carved into his bones.
He moved with the cold confidence of a man who had already chosen his enemy.
Every breath, every step, every heartbeat pulled him back to one truth,
her name was the reason his world had cracked.
And anger, in his hands, became something quiet... something lethal.

"She'll pay," he swears quietly. "Even if I have to burn myself to ash doing it."

He didn't believe in forgiveness.
He believed in balance,
and in making her feel the weight of every unanswered question.

Their hatred didn't flare; it smoldered,
slow, dark, dangerous.
It lived in the space between their silences,
in the tension that built every time their eyes met.
The kind that didn't end with distance,
only with destruction.

Two pasts hidden.
Two hearts armored.
Two enemies circling each other
as if fate was laughing in the dark.
And somewhere between their war and their wounds,
a collision waited. Inevitable, violent, and beautifully disastrous.