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𝑨𝒌𝒔 - 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏

"She was the scent of cold Kashmiri rain-pristine and entirely out of reach. And he was the shadow that vowed to swallow her whole."

𝓣ishya is made of winter. She is the quiet elegance of cashmere shawls, the soft scent of wild saffron, and a heart locked behind walls of pure ice. She has spent her life perfecting the art of being untouchable.

𝓚anishk is the steel that cuts through the fog. He is the dark leather, the heavy silence of a South Mumbai penthouse, and a quiet, terrifying devotion that knows no boundaries.

From the rain-slicked streets of Mumbai to the golden, heavy skies of Dubai, their quiet war begins to bloom into something intoxicating. He calls her his tissue paper-delicate, easy to tear, and entirely too precious. She calls him her ruin.

But when two souls are mirrors of each other's deepest shadows, a fire is bound to spark. And in the frozen valleys of Kashmir, a ruthless titan will be brought to his knees in the snow, begging for his reflection.

"I would let your entire world burn, Tishu, just so I could be the one to carry you through the ashes."