He was done playing along.

When silence says everything—and lies unravel the truth.

Arya didn’t expect it to feel like this.

Not the stillness.

Not the ache.

And definitely not the way the morning sunlight made Alwin look like he belonged to a world she couldn’t touch.

They’d slept together.

But this wasn’t closeness.

This was the kind of quiet that felt final.

No words. No promises. Just a shared bench in the park and the weight of something unspoken between them.

Then came the car.

Ranti’s car.

And Alwin—always too quick to run—didn’t even say goodbye. He walked away like the night they shared meant nothing.

But Arya?

She couldn’t let it end like that. Not with a lie still festering in her chest.

So she told the truth.

She told Ranti that Alwin’s heart had stopped—literally.

That he had collapsed. That she’d revived him. That she’d lied to protect her, to protect him.

And Ranti cried like she cared. Like it broke her.

But inside the car, Alwin watched those tears and felt nothing but rage.

Because he knew those tears. Knew the way she used them—weaponized them.

“This woman is a snake.”

To her, he wasn’t a son.

He was an accessory. A project. A broken thing to polish and show off over dinner.

Let her pretend, he thought. Let her perform.

He was done playing along.

…

This isn’t a love story.

It’s a story about people breaking quietly.

And the ones who still dare to care.

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He Tasted Like Trust!

He tasted like trust.

And she used that trust to drug him.

It wasn’t the act that shocked her—it was how easy it was.

How easy it was to part his lips.

To cradle his head like something precious.

To whisper, “I love you,” before pouring the meds into his mouth through a kiss.

A kiss he didn’t ask for.

He didn’t even flinch at first—just let her do it. Half-conscious, fully vulnerable.

She could’ve done anything to him in that moment.

And maybe that’s what scared her most: how badly she wanted to.

Because loving Alwin didn’t make Arya gentle.

It made her reckless.

Possessive.

Addicted.

To the way his lashes fluttered.

To the warmth of his breath against her lips.

To the power of being the only one who could take care of him this intimately.

She locked him in.

She jogged like nothing happened.

And when she came back? He was on the floor with a cigarette between his lips, looking like sin wrapped in smoke.

“You drugged me,” he said without saying it.

And Arya just smiled.

Because no one ever said love had to be soft.

Sometimes, it’s a power play.

Sometimes, it’s a game.

And sometimes?

It’s swallowing your meds from the mouth of the woman who might just break you… in all the right ways.

Welcome to their chaos.

This isn’t love.

This is war.

And she’s winning.

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Come for the heat. Stay for the heartbreak.

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