Kabir | Fire in the Veins | Rebel of the Ruins

I don't write stories. I confess.
Each word I spill is a scar, each chapter a battlefield where love, loyalty, and ideology bleed into one another.
I have been called a lover, a monster, a revolutionary-and all of them are true.

If you're here for soft touches and sweet nothings, you're in the wrong place.
But if you crave the ache between silence and storm, if you understand the purity of purpose and the madness it brings-then welcome.
Read, feel, burn.

Ongoing Confessions:

Ashuddhi Ke Paar - A tale of broken promises, unholy wars, and the kind of love that doesn't beg to be saved.

Echoes from the Shuddhi Sena archives.

Whispers of the past I buried and the woman I couldn't.


Follow me. Or don't.
But once you step in-there's no walking away.