Prashant Pandey is everything the world admires. Confident, charming, and impossible to ignore. But the version he gives them isn’t real. Not like the one he shows me. With me, he’s chaos wrapped in silence. With me, he’s the broken parts he hides. And I hate him for what he’s done. I hate that I still want him. His touch. His pain. His truth. Him.
Ira Solanki used to be the girl I would’ve burned the world for. But that girl is gone. And the woman who took her place? I can’t love her without destroying her. I’m colder now. Harsher. I don’t let her in, not like before. I hurt her because it’s easier than holding her. Because it’s the only way I know how to let her go.
We don’t fit.
We break.
Over and over again.
But no matter how far we fall, we keep reaching for each other through every fight, every scar, every memory that won’t let go.
This isn’t a love story.
It’s a war.
And somehow, we’re both losing.