Born with a silver spoon, Sasha Reagan was blessed to be amongst the rich in society. But thanks to her illegitimate title, she was always treated as an outsider in her own family. While growing up in a boarding school, the increasing bank balance was the only proof of her parent's existence in her life. Abandoned by everyone, at the age of 25, she sought medical help for her gluttonous depression.

 “Doctor, can you suggest some sleeping pills? I am having trouble falling asleep due to nightmares."

“Nightmares?” The doctor asks,

“Whenever I fall asleep, I am seeing a stranger in my dreams," She sneers, “It seems like we are in love."

 “You have never been in a relationship. Isn’t it a good thing to have a boyfriend, at least in your dreams?”

“Yes, it was a good dream until he pushed me from the top of a building, killing me." Sarcasm ripples in her eyes as she spits out the words.

After therapy, she returns home and opens her balcony door only to see a pair of obsidian eyes staring at her.

It was him- The man who tries to kill her countless times in her nightmares. 

Is there any doomed fate other than meeting your killer every day?

Yes, falling in love with your killer.

But wait, why her step-brother is getting involved in her life?

Read more to know about Sasha's journey to find her lost memories under the watchful eyes of her murderer and her stepbrother. 



The Doomed Destiny

How can a grim reaper be so handsome? Damn, it's true when they say that all the forbidden things are enticing. 


"How...how...can I help you, sir?" Snapping out of her thoughts, Sasha asked the man in a mellow voice. 


"I think you dropped this," The man showed a crochet cat keychain to her face, "In the elevator," 


Oh man, why does his voice have to be so pleasing to the ears? 


She opened the door a little more and took a better look at the key chain. 


It was a small palm sized crochet cat made out of black yarn. 


“It looks so cute and well made,” She subconsciously commented, 


While living in Sunnydale, she has seen many crochet crafts made by her maid and even tried to make a few. 


However, her attempts ended up in disasters. 


According to Mrs Baker, the young miss who loved to knit lost her "artistic and creative touch" after the accident. 


Once she started working, Sasha completely stopped knitting, but somehow retained the knack for recognising the patterns. 


The next door neighbour