Sultan:Her Desired Man(18+)

☯ Like an Addict☯

Author's Note
📝 a little heart-to-heart...

Hey everyone.
This morning I woke up to something really upsetting-two of my stories on here somehow got swapped. Completely. The plots, the chapters, the formatting-everything. I don't know how or why it happened, and honestly, it's exhausting. I searched in Google and this is the reason they gave me-

"Wattpad stores story data on servers. If their servers glitched during syncing (especially if you were editing both stories around the same time), content might've been cross-linked or mislabeled."

This isn't the first time either. It's the second. And at this point, I feel completely defeated.

I love writing. I don't feel tired of that. Not even a little. But when the platform I trust to hold my words safe keeps glitching like this, it just... drains all the joy out of it. I had a new story I was excited about, but after this glitch, I can't bring myself to continue with it. Not now. Maybe not ever.

So for now, I'm going back to the old plot-the one that's stayed with me, the one I can still hold onto.
Because it's not the writing that's breaking me. It's the constant uncertainty of whether Wattpad will keep my stories safe.

Thanks for understanding, and thank you to everyone who's still here, still reading, still holding space for my words. 💔
-\[MS111]

It was probably a rough day. Abid was back on his tornado form. She stirred in some instant coffee, yawning.

The kitchen was quiet. Mishti stood barefoot on the cold marble, wrapped in her shawl, stirring sugar into her cup of coffee. The overhead light was off, only the faint glow from the stove illuminating her face. She yawned, brushing back a loose strand of hair when-

Arms. Strong. Solid. Wrapping around her from behind.

She gasped sharply, almost screaming,almost dropping the spoon,but a warm palm covered her mouth.

"Shhh..." came the low, gravelly drawl by her ear. Sultan.

She stiffened, heart racing. "You-! Are you crazy?" she hissed when he let her speak, twisting to look at him.

His face was flushed, lips slightly parted, eyes glassy with heat.His voice was thick, low, almost... slurred.

She twisted to look at him, heart pounding. "Are you drunk?!"

His forehead fell against her shoulder, hot and heavy. She touched his cheek, felt the unnatural heat radiating off his skin.

"You're burning up," she whispered, touching his forehead. "You have a fever. What are you doing walking around like this?"

"I was looking for you," he said simply, in a tone that was far too soft for the man he was.

She dragged him-half-leading, half-carrying-to his room and pushed the door open with her shoulder. The lights stayed off, moonlight casting pale silver over everything.

She made him sit on the edge of the bed, huffing. "Idiot," she muttered under her breath as she removed his coat, then bent to take off his shoes and socks. "Of all days to catch a fever..."

She dipped a cloth in water from the jug and began pressing it to his forehead.

He was quiet.

When she turned to get up and fetch the thermometer-his fingers caught hers.