𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 || 18++

𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓞𝓝𝓔 𝓲𝓷 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐎 𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 ~h̴a̴t̴e̴ ̴t̴u̴r̴n̴s̴ ̴m̴e̴ ̴o̴n̴,̴ ̴P̴e̴t̴a̴l̴ . ♡ ʍɨռɛ ɦǟȶɛ ӄɨʟʟֆ, ʍʏ ɖɛǟʀ ֆɨʀ ֆռօա ♡ .`~ •There are obsessions that feel like love. And loves that feel like war. This is both. He is her professor. She is his challenge. What starts as a collision of power and resistance becomes a spiral of secrets, dominance, and shadows too dangerous to name. Behind the mask of academia lies a man built from cold logic and untamed hunger. Behind the smile of obedience stands a girl who was never meant to be tamed. Their love isn’t gentle. It’s forced. It’s forbidden. It’s dark, filthy, cruel. But oh, it’s beautiful in its own destruction. He breaks her rules. She breaks his mind. And somewhere between twisted games, whispered threats, and deviant promises… They forget who started the fire. Tropes: 🖤 Professor x Student 🖤 Age gap 🖤 Obsession / Possession 🖤 Enemies to something unholy 🖤 Forced proximity 🖤 Dark romance 🖤 CNC, smut, and psychological warfare 🖤 Multiple identities 🖤 Thriller / secrets / mystery 🖤 Illusions, split POVs, and unreliability that BURNS ~He taught her medicine. She taught him madness.

𝓑𝐫𝓮𝓬𝓬𝐢𝓪 𝓗𝐞𝓪𝐫𝐭𝐬

Chapter 13.1

a whisper — so soft it almost melted into the air.

𝕷𝖔𝖘𝖘 𝕷𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖘 𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗

Stories? In this world, some are full of laughter, love, care-with the comfort of knowing someone is always there for you. Some dive deep into love and pain, walking through heartbreaks, betrayals, and separations-sometimes even for the sake of love itself. But no matter where they end-together or torn apart-they all begin with something sweet, bittersweet... a first meeting, a first word, a first glance. Keya and Saanjh's story? It wasn't like that. It held every emotion a story could carry, but it never began with sweetness or even bitterness. They never spoke for each other, never heard each other-yet their souls worshipped one another. It was a tale born of silence. A love soaked in heartache. A separation that didn't feel like pain... until it became one. Until it was too late. Twelve years have passed since they last saw each other. Keya? She never heard her Saanjh's voice. She never knew his favorite color, his favorite flowers, his favorite everything. She only listened to his eyes. She only saw his prettiest smile-not the scars it hid. She only called him by a nickname, because she never got to know his beautiful name. She never heard his favorite song-only his nickname became her favorite melody. She never touched his presence-only the air that had touched him, made her feel like she did. Fate? Destiny? Life? They have many ways-cruel, poetic ways-of replaying the ghosts of love. And today, after 12 long years, they're going to cross paths again. But time has changed everything. She is no longer the 18-year-old Keya. He is no longer the 20-year-old Saanjh. They might not even recognize each other now. The memories are fading... But the moments from that one month? Still printed on their souls. She is no longer a coaching student-she is a healing therapist. He is no longer a boy lost in dreams-he is now a talented CS engineer. But Jaipur is waiting. Waiting to pull Saanjh back to where it should be -to her. They met in a city full of chaos and ambition-Sikar, the land of dreams in Rajasthan. Maybe they won't recognize each other now. But their souls will. They will feel everything again-like they used to feel 12 years ago. Their story had no spoken beginning. No words. No touches. Only stolen glances-yet those glances now hold each other's souls. The story that was left unwritten... is writing itself again. What will be the destination of this love? No one knows. Even fate stands in dilemma: Will it end this story as it was once written, or will it kneel before their devotion? Before their prayer- A prayer that never got a chance to be heard, A prayer that never touched lips, Never held hands, Yet lived in the spaces between two souls- who came to live in love, not just love in life. ~°•♡♡♡ "The Day She Found Her Saanjh" ✿✿✿

0wned by D.ɘ.a.†.h.

A Dark Romance She once healed bodies. Now she fractures souls. Nyx Morrigan was never meant to fall. She was meant to rise, scalpel in hand, savior in a white coat. Until betrayal dragged her into the shadows—until obsession made her reborn as something more powerful, more feared. They stripped her title. They forgot her name. But she left behind a promise, written in blood: “I will be back.” Jareth Voss is a man feared by empires and untouched by love. A pharmaceutical king cloaked in control. But even kings bow to the grave—and Nyx is no longer a woman. She is the coffin he’ll climb into willingly. Their connection is not love. It’s something darker. A hunger. A madness. A war where the only mercy is destruction. In the end, only death can own him— and she wears death like a crown.

🍷His Only Pleasure 💋

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