prologue

Dark Threads of Desire

A novel by GEET

Some girls want love. Neysha wants to bleed.

In a world that labeled her “too emotional,” “too intense,” “too much,”

Neysha wore her heartbreak like armor and her silence like a second skin.

College life passed her by in blurry loneliness—betrayed by love, abandoned by friendship, and addicted to dark romance books that promised the one thing real life never gave her: a love that destroyed, then rebuilt.

Dark romance wasn't an escape anymore.

It was a refuge.

A religion.

Because in fiction, broken girls got worshipped.

Their pain was craved, not silenced.

Men didn’t run from their darkness—they fell into it.

And God, Neysha fell hard.

Every night, into pages that bled obsession.

Control.

Punishment.

Love that wasn’t soft—it was savage.

Love that didn’t ask permission.

The world called it twisted.

But to her, it felt like home.

Still… fantasy ends when the book closes.

Until one night, it didn’t.

Until he arrived.

Not in her lecture hall. Not in her dreams.

But in a DM that felt like a curse disguised as calm.

> “You hide behind words, Neysha.

I burn behind them.”

He didn’t flirt.

He dissected.

Like he’d read every chapter of her soul and knew exactly where to touch—where it would ache the loudest.

His name was Manan.

A man of silence and sin.

His presence didn’t feel like butterflies.

It felt like drowning—slow, delicious, and irreversible.

He didn’t ask her to be soft.

He dared her to be ruined.

And maybe that’s all she’d ever craved.

Not a savior.

Not love songs and candlelight.

But someone who’d strip her down to her rawest self,

and then whisper,

> “I want all of it. Even the darkness. Especially the darkness.”

There was something in him that made her feel seen.

And something in her that screamed run.

But it was too late.

Because when the soul recognizes danger that looks like desire,

you don’t walk away.

You crawl toward it—on shattered knees.

---So here lies the beginning—

Not of a love story.

But a descent.

Into a bond forged in power and bruises.

A connection so raw it tastes like rage.

So intimate it terrifies God.

This isn’t about finding someone.

This is about losing yourself so completely,

you forget who you were before they touched you.

And you don’t want to remember.

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Welcome to Dark Threads of Desire.

Where obsession is foreplay.

Where pain is pleasure.

Where Neysha and Manan will either destroy each other…

Or become something the world was never ready for.......

She was the prayer never answered.

He was the sin never confessed.

Together, they didn’t fall in love—

they fell into madness.

Where every kiss was a war cry.

Every touch, a grave.

> He didn’t say “I love you.”

He said “You’re mine.”

And it echoed louder than heaven ever could.

They weren’t made for forever.

They were made to ruin—

beautifully, savagely, eternally.

Because sometimes,

love isn’t a light at the end of the tunnel.

Sometimes, love is the fire

that burns everything you were

and dares you to survive what’s left.

---let"s delve into the world of Nyesha and Manan....

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