Arsh

I wasn’t going to let her go.

Even if my parents offered her the choice, even if they promised her freedom, there was no way out for her. Not while I still had a say in it. I might not know exactly what plans I had for her, but one thing was certain, she would stay by my side. There was no room for second thoughts.

When I told my parents about the bounty on Aira, they didn’t for a moment think I was being noble. The fear I had planted in their minds about the assassin, the supposed threat on her life - it wasn’t out of concern for her safety.

And they were right.

It wasn’t.

The bounty had come to my attention through Andrea, a friend of mine - and one of the best assassins out there. She told me someone had offered her money to kill some Aira Agnihotri in London, she had figured out that I had some sort of connection to her so she informed me.

Of course, Andrea hadn’t taken the job. Her twisted sense of morality kept her from killing innocents, only criminals. But not every assassin was as picky as her. Someone else would take the job sooner or later. And when that happened, Aira would be just another body, her life cut short before its time.

But that was a gamble I wasn’t willing to take.

I was the one standing between her and certain death. As if I would let anyone else lay a hand on her. If someone was going to ruin her life, it would be me - not some nameless, faceless bounty hunter. She was mine to control.

Adi bhai was the only one against it. He suggested we take care of her security but send her back home if she wanted.

Send her back? Why would I play bodyguard for free?

As soon as her father left, Aira had slapped me. Hard. Right in front of my entire family. The sharp sound of her hand cracking against my cheek echoed in the silent room.

No one had ever dared lay a hand on me before, not until today.

And why hadn’t I killed her yet?

The room was still. All eyes were fixed on the door as she stormed out. The shock on their faces said it all. They were more shocked about the fact that I didn’t say a word to her.

More like babygirl stormed out before I could unleash the hell on her.

My father’s expression was screaming shock as well, as if even he didn’t know what to make of what just happened.

Finally, his gaze shifted to me, his tone firm but restrained. “The only reason we didn’t interfere,” he began slowly, “is because you said you would protect her.”

His voice carried authority which I couldn’t deny, but I wasn’t fazed. I met his gaze, arms crossed over my chest. “Have I ever failed?” My voice was calm, collected, almost bored with the conversation. “I will keep her alive. Whether she likes it or not.”

The room fell into a tense silence again, the kind that made the air thick, heavy with everything unsaid.

My mother exchanged a glance with my father. I could see it in their eyes - they wanted to tell me otherwise. They wanted to give her right to choose for herself.

But they knew, just as well as I did, that even if they all went against me and sent her back, it would only be a matter of days before she ended up as a news headline.

She was safest with me, like it or not.

My father’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t speak. He knew the truth too well.

Adi bhai, however, had never been the one to give in cause he knew he could very well keep her safe and so can we all even if she is on the other side of the world.

He stepped forward, his gaze burning into mine. He was really not happy with my decisions and although I cared alot about what he thinks of me, I am sure I will be able to convince him once he calms down.

He stood beside Varya, his posture stiff, his entire demeanor tense. They both definitely had something going on, especially with Varya announcing her marriage to Viraj Shekhawat - her business partner.

It was a great move to turn the news around - the news of our relationship being off. It was clearly announced that Varya was the one who called it off, I stood by it but the Media has a knack for playing with our words and it was causing harm to her reputation.

Varya Rai Singhania could always turn the situation to her favour no matter what.

But this whole thing wasn't sitting well with Adi bhai and I know why. Viraj isn't the very best choice for a husband and Adi bhai is way too overprotective of Varya.

We all tried in our own ways to convince her otherwise but she is hell bent and besides she is not really talking to me.

No, she is not mad at me because we broke off our marriage, she was never interested in me anyways. She is mad at me because of what I did to Aira.

My whole family is.

As if she doesn't deserves any of it.

Adhikrit's voice was low but brimming with warning. “I swear, Arsh, if in the veil of protecting her from this threat, you become the threat yourself, it wouldn’t take me a minute to kill you.”

His words cut through the silence like a knife. I knew he would stand by it.

I met his gaze, unfazed. “I am not the threat,” I replied coldly. “I am her only solution.”

Adi bhai’s nostrils flared as if holding back his fury, but I could see it in his eyes, he didn’t believe me with her.

Why are they being so overprotective of her? The girl who belongs to a family who ruined our happiness?

His hands clenched at his sides, and for a moment, I wondered if another punch was waiting me. But he didn’t. Instead, he stepped back, his eyes still locked onto mine, as if silently warning me that this wasn’t over.

The silence in the room was oppressive, every breath held. My mother finally broke it, her voice soft but resolute. “Just give her space. Aira has a right to her own life, her own choices.”

My lips curved into a cold smile. “She lost that right the moment I found out she was an Agnihotri.”

My family clearly didn’t agree with whatever I had to say. I stormed out of there to go to office because she will clearly make me loose my mind if I stay.

I almost stepped towards her when I spotted her sitting near the fountain, tears streaming down her face as she harshly wiped them away but my eyes fell on Mom making her way towards her so I quickly left.

******

Arsh:

The shrill ringing of my phone brought me out of my thoughts. I glanced at the screen. Ma. I sighed, already knowing what this conversation was going to be about. Three days. I hadn’t been home in three days.

Reluctantly, I answered.

"Hello?"

"Where are you, beta?" Her voice was cold, clipped, and there was no mistaking the restrained anger behind it. "It’s been three days. You haven’t been home. What’s going on with you?"

I speeded the car a little, running a hand through my hair, still tangled from lack of sleep. "I have been busy, Ma. There is a lot going on with work. You know how it is."

"Don’t give me those stupid excuses," she snapped, cutting right through my attempt at explanation. "Your Papa, Dadu and even Adi makes time for family despite doing the same work."

I closed my eyes, still not ready to be confronted with all these questions. I hadn’t meant to worry them, but I needed time or more she needed time.

Space to atleast get comfortable in this new place. "It’s not like that, Ma. I just needed deal with a few things."

"What could be more important than getting to know your wife Arsh?" Her voice rose a little, sharp with frustration. "How could you even try to run away from that? She stayed back, isn't this what you wanted? Now atleast try to make things work out between you two."

I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to keep my frustration at bay. "Ma, I didn’t mean to.."

"I don’t care what you meant," she cut me off, her voice firm, no room for argument. "You need to come home. Tonight. Not tomorrow. Not whenever you feel like it. Tonight."

I paused, knowing she wasn’t asking - and I couldn't deny her when she was demanding it. When Ma raised her voice like this, it was final. I knew better than to argue.

"Fine," I muttered, the word tasting bitter on my tongue. "I will be home tonight."

"You better be." There was a brief softening in her tone, but it wasn’t an offer of comfort - it was still an order. "And when you come back, we will talk about what’s really going on. No more running away."

I stayed quiet. I could feel the weight of her upcoming confrontation, pressing down on me. After a moment, she added, "Take care of yourself. We will be waiting."

The line went dead before I could even respond.

I wasn't home because, 'One' I had a few things to take care of - like checking up on an idiot who hacked into Aira's phone, a few other things and two - I didn't want to see her face just yet.

Or more like I was trying to give her some time to adjust. She was doing really well with me not being there actually.

I don't know if she just accepted the reality or if she is just trying to get along with my family knowing very well they are her only sheild against me.

I am giving her space but that doesn't mean, I am not keeping an eye on her. I follow her every movement so closely that I could always know her next movement.

I stopped at the office to take care of a few things before getting in the car to go home since it was almost time for dinner.

Parking the car in the driveway, I toss the keys to one of the gaurds to park the car in the garage and make my way to the house.

The clinking of cutlery and murmured conversations filtered through the doorway as I approached the dining room. My family’s voices were light and relaxed.

Strange, considering the tension that I left them three days ago. I could hear my grandfather’s deep, rumbling laugh, other’s softer chuckles, and... Aira’s voice?

I knew she had gotten close to my family in these past days but this close ?

I had no idea.

I paused just outside the doorway, a frown tugging at the corners of my mouth. I wasn’t used to hearing her laugh. Not so close anyways.

Something about the ease in her tone irritated me. I didn't bring her here to make her smile, she is supposed to have nothing but fear. She didn’t belong here, not like this. And yet, there she was, making herself comfortable.

When I stepped into the room, the first thing I saw was her. Sitting in my chair.

Aira.

She looked completely at ease, sat in my chair, her fingers casually drumming the table, a genuine smile on her lips.

I paused mid-step, my gaze locking on her. My chair. My family. I hope she knows exactly what she is doing.

She was leaning forward slightly, talking to my mom and chachi, both of them were smiling with that soft, motherly affection that they rarely showed to anyone outside the family.

I cleared my throat making my presence knows and as soon as my eyes met hers, she narrowed her eyes at me.

She looked down at the chair she was sitting and then around her and her lips curved up in a satisfied smirk as she raised her brows at me.

Did she want a reaction out of me.

Well, she was going to get one.

I strode over to the table, every step deliberate, my eyes locked on her. She didn’t flinch. Instead, she turned her head slightly, glancing up at me with the same irritating smirk tugging at her lips.

I could feel my irritation rising, but I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of an outburst. Not yet.

“You are in my chair,” I said, my voice low but firm. It wasn’t a request.

Her smirk widened just a fraction, and she leaned back, crossing her arms casually as if daring me to do something about it. “I didn’t see a name on it.”

My eyes narrowed. “Get up.”

She didn’t move. My eyes flickered toward my grandfather and Dad, who were watching the exchange with barely concealed amusement. My mom glanced between us, and for a moment, I thought she might intervene. But she didn’t. No one did. They were enjoying this.

I sighed, my patience wearing thin. “Aira,” my tone carried a subtle warning, “move.”

She looked up at me with wide, innocent eyes, batting her lashes. “Why should I? You can't always be only one forcing people against their will.” Her smile was innocent, but her words were crossing a line.

My jaw clenched as I looked at Adhikrit bhai, hoping he would back me up. After all, it was my chair, my place at the table. His expression, however, was maddeningly neutral, as though this was all beneath his concern.

My actions has made me beneath his concern as well.

“You heard me,” I said, louder this time, ignoring the best building in my chest.

"Chachu really? You can take another chair." Adira, my little niece chirped in rolling her eyes at me as I looked at her softly.

"But this is chachu's chair babygirl." I mentioned as a matter of fact but she cutely shook her head, cleary not agreeing with me.

Don't tell me, she even impressed the Adira Oberoi who literally is a people hater and doesn't look anyone in the eyes unless they are family.

"God, I know you are petty but this much?" Varya tsked supporting Adira, batting her lashes at me as I glared at her and Tara who was giggling at the scene unfolding in front of her.

I get my bestfriend is mad at me but why support her?

Varya was staying over because Adhikrit was basically not letting her leave.

"Masi ma is right, you are being petty." Adira pointed out as Tara gave her a high five, barely attempting to hide her laughter. "Exactly Adira."

Grandfather shrugged, barely glancing at me. “There is another chair right there,” he said, gesturing toward the seat beside Aira.

“It's just a chair, Arsh.” Dad too supported them.

I wasn’t here for three days and she already got everyone wrapped around her little fingers?

What is she? A black magician?

Just a chair. As if that was the point.

I took a step back, keeping my gaze steady on her as I reached for the empty chair beside her.

Aira’s fingers played with the spoon in her hand as I sat down, her lips still curved in that infuriating smile.

I could feel the tension radiating off her, despite the bravado. She was scared, even if she was trying to hide it, my arrival had brought a change in her posture. But she was also stubborn, and for some reason, she had decided to test her limits tonight.

Did she forget what happened so soon?

Just as I was about to retreat into my own thoughts, Adira's cute voice again pierced through the table.

“Chachu!” She piped up excitedly, her wide eyes gleaming. “Did you know Chachi made the most amazing sweet dish today?”

My grip tightened on my fork. Aira? Here we go again.

I glanced at the other, who were busy slicing into their food, pretending not to notice my reaction, but I could tell everyone was clearly focused on us.

“She made it just for me!” She continued, almost jumping in her seat. “It was so good! She followed the recipe of my favourite baker. We both follow her on socials, Oh my god! we are so alike.”

Really? How does following the same person makes them alike?

I forced a smile, trying to keep my expression neutral, Aira was doing things like this - integrating herself with the family, becoming someone Adira adored. It complicated everything.

“Yeah, that's amazing.” I said finally, my voice steady.

Adira grinned. “You should compliment Chachi!”

I huffed softly, the ghost of a laugh escaping me. “Maybe.”

I could feel her eyes fixed on me but my mind was racing. This was how she was - slipping into my world in ways I hadn’t anticipated.

This will mess it all.

“So, Aira,” my mother started, “You plan to continue your job right?”

What job?

“Really?” Aira raised her eyebrows her mouth parting in shock, as she turned all her attention back to mom. “Can I?”

“Ofcourse, you don't need anyone's permission for that.” my mother said, her eyes lighting up as she threw a glare at me and I shrugged.

Now what did I do?

She can continue her job, sit all day at home, cook, go shopping - whatever sits fit with her and whatever the hell she wants to do.

“Arsh, didn’t you know she is a fashion designer? She graduated from London college of fashion.”

Impressed gasps went around the table as everyone started praising her. I didn’t respond, too focused on Aira. Her whole body was still tense, even as she smiled and laughed with my family.

Ofcourse I knew, I know she loves cold coffee so much that she is almost addicted to it. She can spend al. She loves that movie 'Rockstar' she can literally watch it all day even though she cries everytime.

She isn't the go all out type but when she does something, she makes sure it turns out perfect.

“I didn’t realize you had such a brilliant mind,” Dad commented, his eyes gleaming with approval.

Tara, my little sister being a supermodel interrupted. Her interest already showing. “My god, you must be really good to have graduated from the top college of fashion in London.” She chirped in excitement.

Aira smiled, her eyes lightening up as she tried to ignore my eyes on her. “Not really, I just do okay.” she replied modestly, but there was something underneath her words - something pointed as she gave me look and I realised she was accusing me of snatching her life from her.

I took a slow breath, forcing myself to stay calm. She was pushing, testing her boundaries, trying to assert herself in a world where I held all the cards. She had no real power here - except the power to get on my nerves, and she was using it expertly.

"Come-on Aira, you are being way too modest. I have seen her insta, her designs are so good." Varya added, the praise seeping off her in capitals as the girls started discussing about Aira's designs.

Dinner continued with everyone fawning over my wife like she was some sort of angel, my family treating her like she was one of them. It grated on me. How easily they accepted her, how quickly they fell under her charm. Even Adi bhai, who normally had reservations about everyone, seemed more relaxed around her.

Aira, for her part, kept glancing at me, measuring my reactions, as though she was almost scared that I would snap out just at the next moment.

She leaned slightly toward mom, laughing at something she said, her hair falling over her shoulder in that effortless way. And I just sat there, gripping the edges of my chair, trying not to let it show how much she was getting under my skin.

As the plates were cleared away and dessert was served, I finally leaned in, just enough so only she could hear. “Do you enjoy playing games, Aira?”

Her fork paused mid-air, and for the first time all evening, her mask slipped. Just a little. But she recovered quickly, meeting my gaze with a challenge in her eyes. “I am not playing any games,” she replied quietly, though the slight tremor in her voice betrayed her.

I smirked. “Oh, I think you are.”

Her eyes flickered to my family, who were still talking amongst themselves, oblivious to the tension between us. She lowered her fork, her posture stiffening. “And what if I am?” she whispered back, her voice barely audible.

Without another word, I slid my hand under the table, my fingers brushing against her thigh. Her entire body tensed in response, her back straightening like she had been shocked. I could see the pulse in her throat quicken as I kept my hand there, firm and slow.

Her eyes shot to mine, wide with a mix of fear and confusion. She swallowed hard, her bravado crumbling ever so slightly as she realized just how deep she was going in. I leaned in, my voice a low whisper meant for her only.

“You think you can play this game with me, Aira?” My thumb stroked the soft skin of her thigh, sending a shiver through her body. “Push me, tease me, and expect to come out unscathed?”

Her breath hitched, her lips parting as she struggled to keep her composure. I could feel the tension in her muscles, the fine line she was walking between fear and defiance. She didn’t pull away, didn’t tell me to stop. But her breathing was shallow, uneven. She was scared.

Good.

“You’re not in control here,” I murmured, my hand tightening ever so slightly, just enough to make her heart race. “No matter how much you pretend to be.”

Her nails dug into the tablecloth, her knuckles white as she tried to maintain her facade. She turned her head slightly, her voice a strained whisper. “Get your hand off me.”

I smirked, leaning even closer, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. “Not until you understand something very clearly.” My grip on her thigh tightened, pulling a gasp from her. “No matter how much you try to provoke me, no matter how much you fight, I will always be the winner.”

Her breath came faster now, her chest rising and falling with each shallow inhale. She refused to look at me, staring straight ahead, her jaw clenched as if trying to will herself not to break. But I could feel her unraveling, piece by piece.

I let my hand linger a moment longer before I finally pulled away, the loss of contact almost as threatening as the touch itself. She exhaled shakily, her shoulders slumping ever so slightly, but her defiance wasn’t gone.

“We will see,” she whispered, her voice trembling but her gaze steady.

I so wasn’t done for today because she needs to be taught a lesson and it has been due for way too long now.

As soon as everyone finished their deserts and the table cleared, I got up as well following her with slow steps.

My wife, however, had different plans as she diverted her way away from her room and matched her steps with Tara, tapping her shoulders. "Can I uh sleep with you today?"

My sister looked at her softly but before she could say something Aira interrupted, "I just feel a little..."

Tara softly cut her off, holding her hand in hers. "It's alright Aira, you don't need to explain and besides you are always welcome." She finished with a bright smile as I stood there looking at their exchange.

"Let's have a sleepover then," Varya suggested, her expression matching theirs as she held their hands getting a nod from both the girls.

I noticed Adhikrit glaring at Varya as she did the same and the three of them left towards Tara's room.

Aira looked back at me, her lips curving up in a smirk and I almost had to hide the smile threatening to fall on my face.

She is using my family against me. What a nice tactice only it won't really work against me.

But I will let her be, atleast for tonight.

My eyes fall on Adhikrit going towards the backyard and I decide to follow him with slow and careful steps.

When I stepped into the backyard, I saw him sitting down on one of the chairs under the hut, staring into the darkness as if it could give him answers. His shoulders were stiff with the same frustration that had sparked whatever little conversation he had with Varya earlier before she went away with Tara and Aira, completely ignoring him.

He must have felt me coming as he stood up from his chair and moved awaybfrom me.

“Adhikrit,” I called, my voice low but firm. He stopped but didn’t turn around. “You’re not walking away from this.”

“What?” His voice was steady, but beneath it was an anger I had rarely heard directed at me. He didn’t turn to look at me, his back still facing me, but the tension was thick between us.

I approached cautiously, not because I was afraid, but because I knew this conversation could go very wrong very quickly. “I did what I had to, Adhikrit,” I said, my tone cold, unrepentant. “I am not going to apologize for that.”

His fists clenched at his sides, still not turning to look at me. “You forced her, forced Aira into this marriage. You treat her like she is just another pawn in your little game.”

The mention of Aira sent a sharp pang through me, but I forced it down. “Ofcourse she is a pawn. This is about revenge, You know that.”

He finally turned to look at me then, his face hard, eyes dark with disgust. “She is a human being, Arsh. This revenge? She is not to be held responsibile for anything and yet you trapped her in a marriage she didn’t ask for, didn’t deserve.” His voice grew louder with each word, and I could feel the weight of his anger bearing down on me.

I narrowed my eyes at him, refusing to back down until he talks to me. “This isn’t about her, we both know it.”

Why the hell does everyone has so much sympathy for Aira despite what her family has done to her?

Adhikrit took a step toward me, his towering presence more intimidating in the low moonlight. He wasn’t just angry about Aira and we both knew that.

“Hm, you are right. It’s about Varya.” His voice broke slightly on her name, and I saw the protective fire in his eyes. “You dragged her into this mess, despite me giving you a clear warning. I would tolerate anything but that.”

My jaw tightened at the accusation. Of course, it had come down to Varya. He was always protective of her, ever since Noor died. To Adhikrit, Varya was the most precious link to his late wife other than their daughter Adira. I knew that. But I had no choice in this. Not really.

“I do care about her.” Ofcourse I did, she is my bestfriend, the one person who understands me the best despite my repulsive personality and doesn't goes around judging me. How could I not care about her?

“You shouldn't have involved her in this mess then!” Adhikrit’s shout cut through the still night, his voice trembling with fury. “And that stupid girl is so obsessed with her fucking reputation that she is ready to marry just any fucker out on the road to turn everything around.”

I clenched my fists, barely containing my own anger. “I wasn't the one who went and decided to break off the marriage and bring Aira home.”

He took another step closer, our faces inches apart now. The intensity in his eyes was unnerving, but I didn’t back down.

“I swear Arsh, if you behave like this bastard one more second, I will fucking kill you. Don’t you dare act like you didn’t have a choice.”

I forced myself to stay calm, though it took everything in me to keep my voice even. “I ruined Vijay Agnihotri, isn't that the best part?”

His laugh was humorless, bitter. “Where the hell does that bastard comes from in the picture Arsh? I had already done enough damage.”

“Well, turns out it wasn't enough. His whole family is out there enjoying life and living while Noor bhabhi...” I said coldly, locking eyes with him.

“No,” Adhikrit said, stepping back, shaking his head. “It was enough because Noor wanted it. I killed the person who did that to her with my own fucking hands.”

The silence between us was heavy, the tension almost visible to the naked eyes. For a moment, neither of us said anything. The weight of his words hung in the air.

Then he spoke again, quieter this time, but no less angry. “I don't know what you thought to start it all over again but don't make her pay for her family's sins.”

His words hit me hard. I wanted to say something, to defend myself, but nothing came out. Adhikrit was right. Maybe I shouldn't make her pay for what her family has done.

But why? Noor bhabhi didn’t deserve what happened to her as well.

At least, that’s what I kept telling myself.

"I couldn't let them, I couldn't see how peacefully they continued their life." My voice broke a little as I went down my reason for doing this.

His eye softened a lottle as he looked at me. “It's not just that Arsh, you are also ruining your life with this twisted revenge marriage.”

“It wasn’t just revenge.” I could feel the frustration bubbling up, but I forced myself to stay calm, if a lie could make things as they were between us, I am all for it. “It started that way, yes. I won’t deny it. But I am only doing this now to protect her.”

He crossed his arms, glaring at me. “Stop it, You’re just trying to convince me that everything is fine? That you really want to give this a chance.”

“I am not lying to you,” I shot back.

He shook his head, turning away, staring into the distance. “I didn’t ask you to do this for me,” he finally muttered, voice tight. “I never wanted you to ruin your life for me.”

“I know,” I replied, quieter now. “But I want you to move on with your life.”

He stayed silent, jaw clenched, but he wasn’t storming off anymore. It was progress, at least.

I sighed, softening my tone. “This is what Noor bhabhi would have wanted.”

He glanced at me, his expression conflicted, as if he was weighing every word. For a moment, it felt like I had lost him completely. But then, he exhaled sharply, "You think I am not up for that because I am stuck in revenge?"

"Didn’t you want to burn the whole family alive if not for Noor bhabhi's words to spare them?"

"I did, and I almost burned them alive too." His lips curved up in a bitter smile.

Adhikrit went on a killing spree after that incident, he had put the Agnihotri mansion on fire and if it wasn't for Nokr bhabhi's last words, none of them would have been alive right now.

His fingers lightly touched the pendant around his neck which preserved Noor bhabhi's raakh, "But it's not because of that Arsh. I am happy with our little Adira. She is all I need to breath. Mai Noor ki Rakh pahnta hoon, kisi aur ki jagah naa mere dil me hai na meri life me."

"Noor bhabhi would have wanted you to live." My eyes almost welled up but I was good with my emotions.

"I am living Arsh, uski yaadon ke saath. Aur kisi ke saath nhi, use bura lagaga."

We both didn't speak, couldn't for the next few seconds as he sat down on one of the chairs and so did I.

He took a deep breath and tsked, as if he was done with the conversation but he surprised me with his next words. "Did you talk to Varya?"

I shook my head, “She hasn't exactly forgiven me yet regarding Aira.”

“Ofcourse, classic Varya Ria Singhania.” He scoffed, running a hand through his hair. “What did she even see in that idiot?”

I looked at him carefully, knowing very well that if he came out of his concealed real self, it would be impossible to make peace and Varya was doing her best to bring that side of him im light. “She isn't stupid to really tie the knot with someone like him.”

He rolled his eyes, "She has got the cards printed out and the date is three days from now."

"So what do you want me to do?" I asked, crossing my arms knowing very well I had taken away his anger off me because right now they were very well focused on someone else.

He looked at me for a second before shaking his head, "I will do whatever is needed this time if she doesn't backs off."

A knowing smirk decorated my lips as he looked me in the eyes and spoke, "I need to check on Adira and make sure to have a conversation with Varya."

I gave him a nod getting up and following him inside and making my way to my room.

When I say, please drop your comments, I simply mean your genuine reviews on how the chapter turned out to be 😭

Yes, you can ask for the update but as I said the chapters will be out a week and half after the Scrollstack update.

Dekho it's not ki Mai FLS ke chapters nhi likh rhi, it's more like Mera writer's block whi atka hai. Blossom and burn khtm hone wali hai so I am focusing on writing the last chapters properly cause it's really important ki Mai use ache se finish kru.

ROR will be starting after I am done with Blossom and burn and FLS.

Ishq hua has nothing to do with those books and plot is too fresh in my mind isilie I am able to write the further chapters easily aur as for The illicit affair, uske kuch chapter maine bhut phle se hi likh rkhe hai so that's another thing. (Also The illicit affair will only be available on Scrollstack)

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