The night wrapped itself around Ishani Mehra’s room like a secret, heavy with the presence of a man who was never meant to exist. She had written Virat Ranawat as darkness incarnate—dangerously alluring, wickedly intelligent, the kind of villain who didn’t just break rules but rewrote them—and now he stood behind her, real, breathing, and impossibly close. A cold shiver traced her spine as unfamiliar fingers brushed her skin, deliberate and claiming, as if he had always known her. And in that moment, with his shadow swallowing hers, Ishani realized with terrifying clarity—she hadn’t created the villain… she had summoned him.