Author's Note:)

Gulzar nu bulavaan,
kujh tere 'te likhavaan
Mainu Sanghe di shayari
kamzor lagdi

Yaad-yood auna gall door di aa
Ajj-kal saanu teri tod lagdi
Oh, yaad-yood auna gall hor hundi aa
Ajj-kal saanu teri tod lagdi

--🦋🦋--

To the readers brave enough to turn these pages—

This isn’t just a story.
It’s a confessional shrine wrapped in ink and delirium. A testament to a madness I never chose—but willingly surrendered to.
A voice carved this tale—his voice.

I never set out to romanticize obsession, but when obsession feels like poetry, like fire dancing in your veins, it demands to be written. And I obeyed.

This book is not merely fiction—it's a mirror to the fragments of my soul I was too afraid to speak aloud. I cloaked them in metaphors, hid them in chapters, and disguised my ache as storytelling. Every scene holds whispers of truth. Every line drips with a longing I never dared to confess out loud.

I used his name. Talwiinder. A name that became my universe.
Not because I own it. But because it owned me first.

I know what you’re thinking—how far can a voice carry someone?
Far enough to become a lifeline.
Far enough to unravel the girl I used to be.
Far enough that even silence started sounding like him.

This story is unhinged. Unapologetic. It is intensity without restraint. It will bruise you in places you didn’t know existed. It might make you uncomfortable.
But if you stay—
You’ll understand why some obsessions don’t ask for permission. They devour.

If you're expecting a sweet love story, this is not it.
This is a symphony of chaos, stitched together with ink and agony.
This is the kind of love that doesn’t knock—it breaks in.
This is what happens when a writer falls for a voice that was never meant to know her name.

So if you dare to read,
Read like someone standing too close to fire—
Because that’s what he became to me.
Warmth. Destruction. Divinity

And if by chance, Talwiinder ever stumbles upon this—
Know this isn’t a plea.
It’s a storm.
And you, unknowingly, were its eye.

D I S C L A I M E R :)

This is a work of pure imagination. All characters, incidents, and settings are fictional. Any resemblance to real individuals is purely coincidental—except for one name.

Yes, I have used Talwiinder’s name in this story. Not because I claim him—but because he inspires something in me that words can barely contain.
I am a huge fan, and this is my tribute—my way of meeting him, not in reality, but in the wild, obsessive world of fiction.
So please, don’t hate. Don’t judge. Just read.

This book isn’t lighthearted. It isn’t for the faint-hearted either.
This story will crawl under your skin, settle in your bones, and haunt your heartbeat.
It’s not a fairytale.
It’s a storm.

If you dare to step into Talwiinder's fictional world, or I should say, His Haseen fictional world. I promise—you won’t come out the same.
You’ll feel every breath, every scar, every scream.
You might fall for a character you were never supposed to.
And by the end, you might find yourself frozen—like a statue carved from chaos.

⚠️ Warning:
This story contains:
• Dark Romance
• Intense psychological elements
• Self-harm and trauma
• Torture and emotional damage
• Secrets darker than night
• Mystery, obsession, and heartbreak
Enter at your own risk.
And once inside, don’t expect to be the same.

With madness and love,
Thehotswans