Reyan Khanna
I didn’t know his name that night. But I remember the silence that followed him — thick, suffocating, electric. He walked in like sin dressed in silk. Black suit. Blood on his cuff. A storm behind his eyes. The kind of man who doesn’t beg, doesn’t break, doesn’t blink. He owns the room with just a glance — and ruins it with a single word. Everyone looked away. But I didn’t. Maybe that’s where I went wrong. Because when his gaze locked with mine, it felt like the world stopped breathing. And then, he smirked. As if he already knew… That I’d be his favorite mistake.
About Reyan Khanna
I didn’t know his name that night. But I remember the silence that followed him — thick, suffocating, electric. He walked in like sin dressed in silk. Black suit. Blood on his cuff. A storm behind his eyes. The kind of man who doesn’t beg, doesn’t break, doesn’t blink. He owns the room with just a glance — and ruins it with a single word. Eve...Read more