“It began, as most tragedies do, with music.
A waltz no one else could hear.
One step toward desire, two toward destruction — each note tightening the noose around their hearts.”
She was death in disguise.
He was the devil in silk.
Together, they danced.”
“They say everyone carries shadows, but hers were born in blood.
The city knew her as Dr. Meher — soft-spoken, calm, a whisperer of broken minds.
And somewhere in that same city, behind glass towers and steel, waited Reyansh Singhania — the devil wrapped in velvet, whose empire was built on ash and whispers.
Their paths were meant to cross.
Fate only had to pull the strings.”
