𝐏 𝐀 𝐋 𝐀 𝐊

Love was never meant to be this cruel. It was supposed to be beautiful, magical, something that made you believe in forever. And for a while, it was... with him.

Asim Hussain Siddiqui was my first love, my heartbeat, my madness. He was the kind of love that consumed, that made the world feel too small when we were together.

He would tease me until I laughed, hold me until I forgot my fears, and whisper dreams into my ears as if he could shape the future with his words. We had promised forever... but forever never came.

When he died, he didn't just take himself away-he took me with him. I became a ghost in my own body, breathing but not living, existing but not feeling.

And then, as if fate had one last cruel joke to play on me, I was married off to a man I barely knew—.

He was nothing like Taehyung. Cold. Silent. Unreadable. If Taehyung was the sun, Yoongi was the night-endless and untouchable. We didn't love each other. We didn't even try. We were just two broken people bound by duty, pretending to exist in a marriage that had no meaning.

Or so I thought.

Because something changed the night I stepped into Yoongi's house. A whisper of something forbidden. A presence I could not see. And then I realized... he was here.

Kim Taehyung never truly left.

He lingers between the living and the dead, tied to me by a love that refused to die. But here's the cruelest part-he does not speak to me. He does not hold me. He does not let me feel his presence.

He only speaks to my husband.

And Yoongi... the man who never believed in love, the man who never wanted me... is the only one who can see him.

What kind of fate binds a woman between her lost love and the man who refuses to love her? What happens when the dead try to make way for the living? And how do you choose between the love that once made you whole and the love that could save you?

I thought love was a fairytale. I never realized it could be a curse.