Friends since freshman year. Same classes. Same seats. Same “just friends.” Mahak doesn’t cross lines. Kartik doesn’t stop smiling. He jokes. She ignores. He stays. She lets him. But the truth? She’s been melting for him...quietly, stupidly...every time he smiles like it means nothing. And Kartik

"Between the Jaws of Fate, a spark shall ignite, born of shadow and flame, a breath against the void. Its cry will shatter the silence, a sound the gods will fear, and its steps will weave the end of all that was known. When the rivers run black and the skies open their veins, chains unseen will cru