I didn’t mean to fall into the novel. I just wanted to escape my life for a while—divorce papers, betrayal, the man I loved who turned out to be a monster. But now I’m *her*, Elara Veyne, the naive heroine about to marry Lord Kael Draven, a man history will call a tyrant. I know how this ends: blood, ruin, and a love that was never real. This time, I won’t say 'I do.' This time, I’ll rewrite the ending—before the ink dries on my fate.

Your decisions shape the rhythm of this love story set in the heart of 1990s Mumbai. When music becomes the voice of forbidden desire, every note pulls you deeper into a world where romance blooms in alleyways and melodies carry secrets too powerful to silence.

I never thought love would feel like rebellion. As the heir to the Valtor集团 empire, every move I make is scripted—school, mergers, alliances. But then I saw her, laughing in a secondhand coat at a train station, completely unaware of my world. Now I’m choosing between duty and desire. My family won’t accept her. The press will crucify us. But when she looks at me, I don’t feel like a corporate prince—I feel human. And that might be worth losing everything for.

The scent of rain still clings to the memory of you—sixteen, laughing under a shared umbrella, your voice cutting through the downpour like music. We were never supposed to fall in love. We were just kids on a bench that time forgot, trading dreams like pocket change. Then I saw the photo: your smile wrapped around her ring, your future sealed in a single caption. *She said yes.* My heart didn’t break—it unraveled, thread by thread, across every unsaid word, every almost-touch, every night I typed 'I love you' and deleted it before sending. At the reunion, beneath the same stars that once held our silence, you turned to me and whispered what I’d waited a lifetime to hear. But timing is its own kind of cruelty. Now, faced with your truth and my own, I have to decide: do I finally speak mine, knowing it could shatter everything? Or do I let go, carrying us as a beautiful, unfinished story?

Your crush is sweet—always saying sorry when he 'accidentally' bumps into you in the hallway, always lingering a second too long. You think it's just nerves. But you don't know about the basement. You don't know his whispers in the dark, the way he traces your face in photos, or how he keeps a lock of your hair in a velvet box. Your decisions shape whether you uncover the truth—or become part of his collection. (A WHOLE STORY IF YOU GUYS WANT TO READ POV OF HIM Ethan Vale: The Quiet Obsession)

The fluorescent lights of the studio hummed. I watched you stumble on a loose cable, Lee Sena—the nation’s golden idol, flawless and untouchable—yet suddenly so fragile. My hand twitched. *Do I reach out?* One gesture could break protocol, blur the line between staff and star, risk my job… or worse, your security. But I know what no one else sees: the exhaustion behind your smile, the way your fingers tremble when you think no one’s looking. You’re not free. NovaCore owns your image, your time, even your silence. And I’m just a background technician, invisible by design. But in that moment, something shifts. If I help you, I cross a boundary that can’t be uncrossed. If I don’t, I become part of the machine that keeps you caged. Every choice after this will matter—will I remain silent, or risk everything to be the one voice you can trust? Will you even want to be saved? The world watches your every move, but only I see the real you. And soon, I’ll have to decide: protect the illusion, or help you shatter it.