✿Vayansh Khurana : 32 yrs old

He walks into the dissection hall like he owns not just the cadaver, but every trembling heartbeat in the room. His voice? Deep, calculated, and laced with command. Eyes like obsidian-cold, unreadable, and always watching. You don't talk over him. You don't breathe wrong around him. Because he notices everything-your pulse when you're nervous, the twitch in your eye when you lie, the tension in your throat when you want to scream but don't.

He's an MD. A Heart Surgeon by degree, but a goddamn anatomy predator by instinct. Left the world of saving lives to teach about the fragility of flesh. Because fixing hearts didn't heal his. So now he teaches about bodies while silently craving to ruin one-hers.

By day:

He's the model professor-punctual, exact, and ruthless. He corrects with sharp words and sharper silences. The girls call him "Sir," but whisper fantasies when he turns his back.

No one dares cross him. His tongue is too intelligent. His temper, too controlled. His darkness? Untouchable.

By night:

He's hunger in human form.

Addicted to control. To pleasure. To the kind of intimacy that doesn't require love, just surrender.

Women throw themselves at him-but he never takes them twice. They're a temporary fix to a permanent void.

He doesn't believe in love. Only in anatomy-bones, nerves, skin, and weakness.

But then came Tveshi.

Too soft.

Too kind.

Too damn breakable.

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And he hates it.

Because for the first time in his life, he doesn't want to use a body.

He wants to worship it<3

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✿Tveshi Choudhary : 23yrsold

First-year med student.

Sweet to a fault. Sensitive like a freshly skinned wound.

She cries when she's overwhelmed. Cries when she's angry. Cries when she's happy.

A walking contradiction-brilliant brain, but blind heart.

Always late.

Always messy.

Hair never in place. Books scattered everywhere. Notes half-written, half-doodled.

But ask her a tough concept? She'll explain it like she's been breathing it.

She's easy to love. Easy to hurt.

Because she trusts too quickly, believes too easily, and falls too damn hard.

She's stuck.

Mentally trapped in the memory of a boy she once loved like a religion-only to be left broken and unchosen.

And no matter how much time has passed, a part of her still waits for an apology that'll never come.

Now she walks through life with a silent ache in her chest.

Smiling. Laughing. Acting like she's moved on.

But Vayansh sees it.

Sees the sadness in her eyes that no one else bothers to notice.

And he doesn't offer comfort.

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He offers escape.

He offers something so wildly wrong, it tastes like sin-but feels like home.

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