He was her chaos.
She was his silence.
Together, they were music too dangerous to be played.

At Elite Space Academy, power rules, and no one wields it like Manik Malhotra — arrogant, magnetic, and dangerously untouchable. As lead of the legendary music group Fab 5, he owns the stage and the fear of every student who dares cross him.

But then comes Nandini Murthy — the girl with fire in her eyes and a violin that speaks to pain. A scholarship student with a haunting past, she walks into Manik’s storm and doesn’t flinch. Instead, she plays — and in her silence, he hears something for the first time: peace.

Their worlds weren’t meant to collide.
But obsession doesn’t ask for permission.
And neither does desire.

As rehearsals turn into games of control, and stolen glances turn into nights of slow-burning temptation, lines blur between hate and hunger, rage and lust. But in the shadows of their growing passion, secrets stir — secrets that could break them both.

Because loving him might cost her everything.
And taming her might be the one thing he can’t win.

A story of music, madness, and the kind of love that doesn't ask to be understood — only felt.

Not in classrooms. Not in rehearsal halls. And certainly not in the narrow corridor outside the music room, where Manik and Nandini now stood—mere inches apart.


But after that haunting melody had echoed through her bones the night before… she needed answers.


Manik leaned against the wall, arms folded, as if her presence didn't shift something in him. But it did. Every time.


"You weren't supposed to hear it," he replied.


He shrugged. "I play. I record. Sometimes things leak."


Her voice was steady, but her fingers clutched the edge of her notebook like it was the only thing keeping her grounded.


"I didn't ask to feel it," he said, just as quietly.


Silence thickened. Not uncomfortable. Just real.


"You shouldn't get involved in things you don't understand," she said.


"I don't need to understand pain to recognize it."


His eyes were dark—but not empty. They carried a weight. One he never spoke of. One she suddenly wanted to understand, even though it terrified her.


"You're not who you pretend to be," she said.


"And you're not as untouched as you act."


The air between them snapped like a string pulled too tight.


He reached out—not grabbing, not demanding—just... brushed his fingers against hers. Barely a touch. A question, not an answer.


And that in-between moment? It was louder than a scream.


He pulled back first. Always in control. Always walking away.


"Be careful, Nandini," he said. "You think you're surviving me. But you're not the only one playing with fire."


Leaving her skin humming from a single touch, and her heart whispering the one thing she hadn't allowed herself to feel until now—


Not as a mistake.Not as an enemy.But as something much, much worse.


Chapter 9 - Chapter 7: Close Enough to Break