Two writers.
Two worlds.
One chaos.

Ada writes the fire -
Queen of delulu dark romance.
I don't write love stories.
I write hearts that burn instead of beat.
I write obsession. Possession. Claimed souls. No escape.
My men don't fall in love - they claim.
Delulu isn't a phase - it's a lifestyle.
Enter at your own risk.

Subha writes the rain -
A turmoil of emotions -
She turns pain into poetry.
Soft words. Quiet storms.
poetry that heals, aches,
and lingers like a late-night memory.
Verses that whisper what the heart cannot scream.

If Ada breaks your heart, Subha will write about it.

Step carefully.
One will steal your sanity.
The other will steal your tears.