Prologue

What happens when sweet love of vihaan and Disha turns toxic? What happens when vihaan gets obsessed with Disha? Can Disha adjust with his obsessiveness?

*Excerpt*

"Strip." My eyes widens.

"I said STRIP. DISHA." I shake my head. I would have done it if he was not angry. If he was my cute and sweet vihaan.

He took the knife which was in the fruit basket. He pushed me on the bed so now I was laying on the bed.

He puts the knife at the neck line of my top and sliding it down ripping the cloth in two parts. "How many times have I said you that I don't like when you talk to other boys."

"Why?" I ask. I want to know why does he always gets angry.

"Because I don't like it. Damn it." He rips the plazo pant in a one stroke of the knife.