In a crumbling middle-class home, twin sisters Aara and Ayin were born under the same roof—but that’s where their similarities end.

Ayin, the older, is selfish, impulsive, and detached. She chases pleasure and leaves chaos behind. Aara is her opposite: obedient, loyal, and self-sacrificing. For years, she played the perfect daughter—top of her class, quiet, and controlled—hoping her efforts would ease her family's burden. She never knew they were drowning in debt… until the collectors came knocking.

When her parents vanish under pressure, leaving only excuses and threats in their wake, fifteen-year-old Aara is forced to grow up overnight. She works brutal part-time jobs by day—and by night, she becomes “Ash,” a masked fighter in a secret underground league. Her fists pay the bills. Her silence keeps her safe.

But she’s not invisible to everyone.

Haru, the school’s infamous delinquent, is the heir to a powerful and dangerous conglomerate. Cold. Unapologetically violent. Untouchable. Rumors say he’s psychotic. Aara wants nothing to do with him.

Haru, however, is obsessed.

He sees her—the real her—before anyone else does. Her silence. Her defiance. Her pain. When he discovers her secret identity in the ring, his fascination deepens into something darker. Possessive. Protective. Twisted.

As Aara sinks deeper into a world of betrayal, violence, and manipulation, Haru inserts himself into her life like a shadow she can't shake. She doesn’t want saving—but he doesn’t care.

He’ll destroy anyone who touches her. Even her.

Because love, to Haru, isn’t pure—it’s war.

And Aara? She’s about to learn that not all monsters come to hurt you.
Some come to claim you.

Ashes in Bloom is a twisted tale of survival and obsession, where love doesn’t always heal—it scars.
Trigger Warnings: Emotional manipulation, bullying, violence, psychological trauma, obsessive behavior

You could tell a lot about a person by how they came home.


Aara moved like a soldier.Ayin walked like she still owned the place.


One was born from survival.The other from abandonment dressed as freedom.


The moment I saw Ayin at Aara's door, I felt something off.


Not just her expression — which was too casual.Not just her clothes — which screamed expensive trash.Not even the fake sweetness in her voice.


Same as Aara's. Same shape. Same color.But empty.


Like she'd been hollowed out, then filled with poison.


I made a call to a friend — one of my father's old network rats.


The kind of man who could find your blood type from your favorite convenience store receipt.


"Name's Ayin. Age 16. Twin sister. No ID activity for over a year. Start there."


That night, I sat in the back of my car, window cracked, watching the glow of Aara's apartment from across the street.


Second floor. Bedroom window. Light still on.


I didn't need to be inside to know she wasn't sleeping.


I lit a cigarette. Didn't smoke it. Just needed something to hold.


Waiting felt different when you had something to lose.


"She's got dirt on her that makes your father's enemies look like saints."


Ayin had been couch-surfing since she vanished — bouncing between older men, low-tier gangs, and some sketchy underground bars out in the warehouse district.


"She borrowed money," the man said. "Not from banks. From collectors."


Just sat there, heart pounding like a gun held too long.


Threw the untouched cigarette into the street.


Because that's who Aara was — a bleeding heart hidden under bruised knuckles.


And Ayin was going to use that heart until it stopped beating.


I knew what Aara would say.She'd tell me not to interfere.That this was "her problem."That Ayin was still her sister.


"I'm okay. You don't have to wait outside."


Because I couldn't protect her from what she didn't know.


But I could make sure she never had to face it.


And if Ayin tried to drag Aara down with her?


Chapter 13 - Chapter Thirteen: Dirt on Glass