𝐄𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 #𝟏: previously known as "My Home"
A friends-to-lovers romance full of longing, heartbreak, and second chances.
"𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒉𝒖𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑰'𝒎 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆. 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒑𝒆...
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Jab se tera aanchal dhalaa tab se koyi jaadoo chalaa jab se tuje paaya, ye jiya dhak-dhak bhaage re. Tab se divaana hua aa ha, Sab se begaana hua aa ha
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I stepped into the kitchen, and without meaning to, without even trying, my attention locked onto her so completely that the rest of the room seemed to fade into irrelevance. She stood by the counter with her sleeves rolled up, hair slightly messy, completely absorbed in cutting the onion, her focus so intense she did not sense my presence at all, and that small, unguarded vulnerability did something reckless to me.
My shirt hung loosely on her frame, familiar, wrong and perfect all at once, and a slow, knowing smirk curved my lips because she looked far too comfortable wearing something that belonged to me.
Too tempting to ignore.
“You look good in my clothes, wifeyyy..” I said, deliberately casual, deliberately loud enough to break through her concentration.
The knife froze mid-motion.
She did not turn immediately, like her body needed a moment to catch up with her mind, but when she finally faced me, her brows drew together, confusion flashing first, then irritation, then something softer she tried very hard to bury.
