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

While the entire Soul city rejoiced by the sudden appearance of snowfall, Sasha remained cooped in her bedroom as if she was hiding away from a murderer. 


She taught her mind that her neighbour is a decent gentleman and there is no need to worry. 


Yet her heart jumped out of her ribcage in horror as soon as their eyes met. 


Walking into the bathroom, she continuously splashed water on her face to shake off the flustered emotions surging inside her. 


 "Get a grip, you dumb idiot, he is a human," Sasha chided her reflection in the mirror and washed away her embarrassing thoughts. 


Slowly returning to her usual aloof demeanour, Sasha took deep breaths to calm her down as she headed to the bed. 


Even after lying on the bed, rather than falling asleep, her mind drifted to the man who lives next door. 


Indeed, he resembled the man who appears in her nightmares, but what are the chances that he turns out to be a bad guy in real life? 


The snowfall