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

"Tell your side of the story.""Speak for the girls who don't have a voice.""Turn pain into empowerment."


But Aara wasn't ready to perform survival for strangers again.


Not physically —She still went to school.Still walked the hallways like any other student with a bruised past and a steady stare.


But three days after Rae's arrest, he finally knocked on her bedroom door — twice — then came in without waiting.


Back against the wall.Journal in her lap.A cigarette between her fingers — barely lit, barely smoked.


Like a habit she didn't want to give upbecause it was the only thing no one ever took from her.


Just leaned against the wall until their shoulders touched — barely.


"Because I don't know who I am without the fight."


Like the weight of a final chapteryou're too scared to turn.


"Do you regret it?" Haru asked quietly.


"Because if I let myself feel happy,I'm scared I'll stop being strong."


Just reached out, pulled the cigarette from her fingers, and put it out against the ashtray.


"You're not strong because you're angry, Aara."


"You're strong because you stayed alive long enough to feel something after the fire."


Sometimes, holding someone's hand without shaking is more intimate than anything.


Later that night, she opened her journal again.


Chapter 48 - No One Owns This Girl Anymore