'There's a strange thrill in falling for someone who could ruin you with just a smile.' But with Rhea, even her smirks carried shrapnel--sharp-edged and deliberate, like she wanted to see what bled. She was the kind of woman who made everything burn brighter, hotter--especially the parts of Vikram that should've stayed numb. The parts that knew better. The parts that had buried desire under logic and self-preservation lon...