Our Paradise Of Hate
Some stories don't begin with a spark. They begin with a scar. Rehaan Jaisingh never believed in second chances. He believed in power, in silence, keeping his heart locked behind the iron gates carved by betrayal. As the heir of Jaisingh empire he has been raised with cold ambition and colder truths. Love for him was a weakness. A luxury that a lonely couldn't afford. And yet, once upon a time. He dared to love- wildly, recklessly, completely. Naina. The girl with the monsoon eyes and wildfire in her veins. His best friends. His undoing. His destruction. Until she shattered him. Years passed. People changed. But what remained. Pain. It matured. And when fate threw them together not as lovers, not as friends, but as enemies bound by forced marriage. Old wounds cracked open like fault lines. They were fire and ash now. Through their rage and regret, two storms were trapped in the same story, arching each other with unspoken history and unreliable tension. But neither of them knew, what was buried beneath the ruins of their shared pasts where truths were darker than either imagined. Lies told in hushed voices. Manipulation rooted in bloodlines. And love that refused to die no matter how brutally it was buried. It's a war story- of trust against time. Because some love stories dont have a clean beginnings. They begin where everyhting ends.
