The Scarlet serenade: Sins.

Episode -1 End of the Beginning! Tarini's POV Regret! The purest regret washed over my heart. "This is an absolute fuckin bad idea!" I shouted inside my head and got out of my car. The fancy restaurant before me screamed old money and I took a deep breath. "Just an hour. Eat, play cool, and leave this drama!" I instruct myself confidently and walk straight with my 6-inch heels. The stunning visuals inside the restaurant reminded me of a Japanese movie, which I stopped halfway through. Seriously... I hate watching movies with subtitles. As proceeded more steps, I found my date, politely drinking wine while surfing on his phone. 'Mom, I am never gonna forgive you for this!' I fake a smile and approach my so-called date. "Hey hi….!" I try hard to hide my resting bitch face and make myself more pleasant. He saw me like an eye candy and gave me a bright smile. I am damn sure he is not faking like me. It seems more genuine. "I thought you bailed on me!" saying jokingly he t

Episode-3 Him and Dream.As Stacey and I stepped into the cool night air, her excited chatter was already in full swing.“Did you see the way he looked at you?” she squealed with little jealousy, her voice an octave higher than usual. “It was like he saw right through you, Tarini!”I forced a smile, knowing that Stacey’s flair for the dramatic could turn a simple look into a whole love story. But there was no denying that Professor Valerian’s gaze had a weight to it like he was looking past my surface, straight into some hidden part of me I hadn’t even realized was there. And his words echoed in my mind, tugging at something deep within me.“Come on, it was nothing,” I said lightly, trying to shake off the strange hold he had on my thoughts. “He was just… being nice, that’s all.”“Being nice?” Stacey scoffed. “Tarini, people like Professor Valerian don’t just ‘be nice.’ That look… it was intense, almost like he’s seen you somewhere before or…” She trailed off, her eyes widening with

She will come back! Adam povI could feel her eyes on me as she walked away, the weight of her gaze pressing against the fabric of the night. It was as if she were pulling me back, even if she didn’t know it. There was no escape from this connection—not for me, and not for her. The ties that bound us were old, ancient in their persistence. We had crossed paths a thousand times before, and we would again.As I reached the street my steps slowed. I didn’t want to leave—not yet. Not when I was so close. The silence between us, even after I had walked away, hung heavy in the air. I could still feel the tension we had shared, the unspoken understanding that passed between us. I had seen it in her eyes, the flicker of recognition. She didn’t know yet, but I could feel it. She was beginning to sense something.I stopped for a moment, just outside of view, and leaned against the stone pillar of the entrance. The moonlight washed over me, but it was her face, the way her lips parted in that f