Disclamer:
"You walked into my chaos and owned it. I was reckless, untamed, sinful… and yet, for you, I'd burn it all, break every rule, and risk every damn thing just to have you."
CHARACTERS:
1)Damon Ashbourne:
Back in London, his name was both a temptation and a threat. Every wild party, every broken rule, every whispered sin had one thing in common: him. He wasn't just a party boy. He was the chaos everyone craved but no one could control.
When his father's business brought him to India, it wasn't just a change of place — it was a shift in power. Enrolled in one of the most prestigious universities in the country, Damon didn't come to study. He came to rule.
Standing 6'1", with a lean yet muscular build that made his presence impossible to ignore, Damon moved like someone who knew the world would always make way for him. His sharp jawline, dark features, and almond-shaped eyes carried a dangerous intensity that pulled people in like a black hole. And that grin — marked by a single devilish, vampire-like tooth — wasn't just charming. It was a warning.
Every step he took through the campus felt deliberate, calculated, like a predator surveying new territory. Eyes followed him, whispers chased him, but Damon didn't slow down. He didn't blend in. He never did.
Because Damon Blackwood wasn't here to fit in.
He was here to leave a mark no one would forget.
2)Shreya sastri:
Shreya Sastri wasn't the kind of girl who craved the spotlight. She moved through life quietly, like a hymn carried by the wind — gentle, steady, and unshakable. A devoted follower of Shri Krishna, her faith wasn't just something she practiced; it was woven into every step she took, every word she spoke, every breath she drew.
Orphaned at a young age, Shreya learned to build her world with her own hands. Hardworking and fiercely independent, she earned her place at one of India's most prestigious universities through scholarships and sleepless nights. She never waited for miracles — she became her own.
Standing at just 4'11", with a soft, chubby frame wrapped in traditional clothes, she carried an aura that didn't need decoration. She didn't chase trends, she embraced tradition. She didn't demand attention, yet her quiet grace had a way of making people notice.
Submissive, not from weakness but from faith — Shreya was a rare kind of strength the world often overlooked. She was softness in a loud world, a calm presence in chaos… a girl whose silence carried more weight than most people's words.