Didiii, I beg youuu... give me Saksham and Rivan, both of them. Because somehow I've fallen into their love deeper than I ever fell for Ishaan and Karan. AKSH and RIV are so painfully my typeee... all dark, dark... **ahem ahem** never mind. I swearrr, I thought my heart belonged to Dildaariyaan, but then The Devil's Book appeared like a beautiful curse, and now I'm counting every second until I can read it. I love those two men. No, love is too small a word. I adore them. I crave every glimpse, every line, every moment. They linger in my thoughts like unfinished poetry, like a song that refuses to end, like the moonlight that follows you home even after the night is over. They have settled in the quiet corners of my mind and turned them into shrines. Every quote feels like a confession, every edit feels like temptation, and every mention of their names sends my poor heart into chaos. ❤️ At this point, I am not reading the story... the story is reading me. And Saksham and Rivan? They are not merely characters anymore. They are the beautiful downfall I saw coming and willingly walked toward anyway. ✨ And the worst part? I don't even want to be saved. Let me drown in the storm of their words, let me wander through every chapter like a lost soul chasing shadows that look suspiciously like them. Let me collect their smiles like pressed flowers between the pages of my heart and carry their dialogues like sacred verses I was never meant to forget. Because some characters knock on the door of your mind and leave. But they? They arrived like a season. Quietly at first, and then all at once. Suddenly every thought wore their names, every song reminded me of them, every late-night silence belonged to them.
