Tere aur Mere Darmiyaan

He was twice her age and everything she should’ve stayed away from — composed, commanding, dangerously calm. But there was something about the way his eyes lingered — like he’d already undressed her soul before even touching her skin. Shashwat Yadav had built his world on silence, discipline, and restraint… until she arrived like a soft rebellion — Rooh. She was warmth in his cold, curiosity wrapped in chaos, the kind of temptation that made even control taste like sin. What began as a stolen glance turned into a slow descent — where every word held tension, and every breath begged for more. He was her forbidden calm. She was his quiet undoing. And somewhere between resistance and surrender… they both forgot where wrong ended and desire began.