He was never supposed to be hers.
He belonged to loyalty, to rules, to the one person she could never hurt.
Vivaan Raisinghania.
Her brother’s best friend. The man who once ruffled her hair and called her “kid.”
Now he’s the one she shares a roof with. A couch. A kitchen. Silence charged enough to burn.
She tells herself it’s temporary.
He tells himself she’s off-limits.
Neither of them believe it.
“You should stay away from me,” he murmurs one night, eyes locked on hers.
“Then stop walking so close,” she fires back.
They try. God, they try.
But glances linger. Fingers brush.
And when the dam finally breaks, it shatters everything in its wake.
One kiss, and nothing is the same.
One mistake, and everything they’ve held back comes undone.
"You were never just my best friend’s sister, Siya," he says, voice tight with restraint.
"Then what was I?" she breathes.
"The only damn thing I’ve ever wanted but couldn’t have."
Now they’re left with a choice—fight what they feel, or finally give in to the fire they can’t extinguish.
She was always his weakness.
He was never supposed to be hers.
But under the same roof... fate plays dirty