He was storm wrapped in control She was chaos veiled in pride Never meant to meet but when fate decides to make them collide The whole damn world ignites>>> . . . . . . HIS READER, HER LOVER, CHAOS WITH SYMPHONY...... THAT'S WHAT WE CALL THE DANCE OF DESTINY....... . . . . Ishq mei dube, ek fasane ki Dastan hai ye uss deewane ki Maut bhi ab use na rok payegi . . Ek Haseena thi, ek deewana tha