The Chandra house was already awake.
Steel plates clinked against one another, the sharp metallic sound cutting through the low hum of morning prayers. Women moved from room to room, whispering instructions, correcting each other's dupattas, arguing over which plate should go first. Men paced around the courtyard and living room, pretending to be calm while checking the time every five minutes.
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ᴱᵛᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˡⁱᶠᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵃⁿ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ʷʳᵒⁿᵍ ⁱᶠ ⁱᵗ ⁱˢⁿ'ᵗ ᵇᵘⁱˡᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ. ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ She's leaning against the railing, half-listening to him talk, half-not listening at all because her attention keeps drifting to his hand. There's a lollipop there-bright wrapper, already unwrapped, like he wants people to notice it. She glances at it once. Then again. He notices. "What?" he asks, amused. She points at it. "What flavour is that?" He raises an eyebrow, clearly entertained. Instead of answering, he smirks and pops it into his mouth, lips closing around the stick slowly, on purpose. She frowns. "That's not an answer." He steps closer. Just one step. Enough to make her look up. Before she can react, he leans in and kisses her. It's quick. Soft. Almost teasing. For a second, she doesn't push him away. Her mind goes blank, heart jumping straight into her throat. There's a taste-sweet, light- Blueberry. Her eyes widen and she immediately presses her hand to his shoulder, pushing him back just a little. "What is wrong with you?" she blurts out, shocked. He pulls back easily, completely relaxed, that stupid smug smile already on his face. "Blueberry," he says. She stares at him, speechless, face heating up fast. He just chuckles, clearly pleased with himself.
Anushka wanted one thing from her best friend’s wedding a break from deadlines, coding, and life in general. What she didn’t want? A run-in with Major Kabir Suryavanshi- the groom’s best man, the human definition of “don’t talk to me,” and the man who mistakes her confidence for attitude within five seconds of meeting her. But fate, being the messy drama queen it is, keeps pushing them into the same frame. And somewhere between playful arguments and silent observations… something begins to shift. Kabir is a man built of discipline, secrets, and quiet wounds. Anushka reads people the way she reads code precisely, deeply, dangerously. He tells himself she’s a distraction. She tells herself he’s impossible. And yet… they both keep orbiting around each other like it’s inevitable. Just when their hearts finally start to sync, Kabir is deployed on a mission that could change everything. No promises. No certainty. Only a name he leaves behind....hers. And while the nation waits for its soldier to return, she waits for the man who somehow became home. A story of slow-burn sparks, wedding chaos, encrypted feelings, and a love strong enough to survive borders, silence, and war. Some missions are classified. Some are unavoidable. And some… are written in the heart. His? Code Name: You.
And then, suddenly, his angular jaw tilted towards me. And his lips landed on my neck. My heart skipped a beat. I couldn’t breathe. Shivers of surprise ran down my entire body and my fingers pressed into his shoulders. Frozen, I felt his arms tighten around me. Ruan’s lips moved on my neck, kissing me so tenderly that I wriggled and recoiled. Crazy sensations were consuming me from the inside and I didn't stop him...it felt good. A moan escaped from me as he gave me a gentle bite. I clenched my jaw and prayed he’d let up. His tongue, his mouth, his bites – all of it – it was mad, a storm of shivers so powerful I couldn’t bear it. -------- Forced into a marriage she never wanted, Ipshita finds herself bound to the very man who destroyed everything she once loved - Ruan. Cold, powerful, and untouchable, he carries secrets darker than the shadows he commands. What began as hatred soon turns into something far more dangerous - a war between pride and passion, pain and desire. Every word burns, every touch feels like a sin, and every secret threatens to tear them apart. In a world where love feels like punishment and revenge feels like salvation, can Ipshita survive the man who both ruined and ignited her? Or will she lose herself to the monster who swore he never wanted her... yet can't seem to let her go? 🖤 Tropes: Age gap Height difference mafia world Arranged Marriage / Forced Marriage Enemies to Lovers Dark Romance slow burn Possession x Defiance Obsession & Betrayal Power Dynamics Angst / Emotional Damage "I hate everyone but you" energy Touch her and you die
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