Nobody heard my screams when I was bleeding on the dining floor, nobody cared to see my scars. Nobody touched me. Everyone walked past me only to look away when things went wrong. Except for a boy named Harry. He caressed me and saw through my smile. He knew my soul, he had touched it. But I should've known to trust no one when I couldn't trust my own mother. Six years later there was still no sign of him. He was gone, so very far away from me and my existence. With a broken heart, I raised myself. Trained night and day, bruised my body with an excuse to be equipped- Equipped to kill people. I was not the Meera I once was. I had a mission to kill the man who ran The Blaze. But what happens when we meet again and find out it was none other than Harry Styles who I had been planning to kill all these years?