Khushi's pov
Sunlight filtered through the curtains, warming my skin as I stirred awake. My body felt deliciously sore, a reminder of the wild night with Arnav, the man who'd turned my world upside down without either of us admitting the depth of our feelings. I reached for the blanket to pull it higher, but my fingers brushed something soft and tangled instead. Hair. Thick, dark strands that I knew all too well.
I have started something I am not even sure anyone would read. Now here we are. Me—still writing. You—still here. I’m not backed by fame or algorithms, just pure passion… and you. So if you’re reading this, thank you. Your support doesn’t just help—it builds this journey. And every share, every comment, every cheer? It’s another “Keep going.” And I will. For you to read. Comment your darkest desires to read in the story.
Write a comment ...