To Hell with You
Most of the time, I have my traumas buried six feet under, smothered by newer, brighter memories. And yet, like a zombie clawing its way out of the grave, old feelings, memories I wish I could forget, manage to pull themselves up. On the worst days, I’m the one helping them out.
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Blurb
Leila wanted a love that was wild, consuming and unforgettable, just like the movies.
In a small family flat in 1990s Dubai, Leila built her world from Bollywood films and dreams far too big for her living room. She lived in cinematic scenes and dramatic dialogues, convinced that love should feel like thunder, something impossible to ignore.
Then comes Abdullah. Cold-eyed. Dangerous. Possessive.
He doesn’t sweep her off her feet. He pins her to the wall and she lets him. He’s not a good man. But his love for Leila? It’s the only thing about him that feels true. So, he claims her. And Leila, too enamored to run, lets herself burn.
What unfolds isn’t a love story. It’s a fever dream, a chokehold on her mind that tightens with every kiss. Thumping hearts and stolen moments. And yes, bruises too.
By the time Leila realizes she has vanished inside the very story she once romanticized, it is already too late.
To Hell with You is not a love story. It is a story about the damage love leaves behind and what it takes to survive it. About the kind of man who sets you on fire, and how, one day, you learn to step out of the smoke.