This is a multi couple book
Vansh x Sanvi
Vansh Agarwal doesn't believe in love-only control. When Sanvi Sharma is thrust into his life, their engagement becomes a battlefield. She's everything he didn't want: independent, resilient, and utterly u...
I have been gone for too long I feel like, but I just couldn't write
Honestly now it's like I'm not motivated enough to sit and write.
And I didn't want to deliver something I'm not satisfied with.
So I wrote this chapter after too much convincing myself.
I hope you'll like it.
Enjoy
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The office had never felt this suffocating.
I was buried under a mountain of paperwork, staring at the never-ending stream of emails pouring in. It felt like the weight of the entire empire rested on my shoulders today. With Vansh busy managing another division and Arvin occupied with his own ventures, most of the work had fallen on me. I thrived on pressure, I usually welcomed it. But today... Something was different. The numbers blurred in front of my eyes, and I couldn’t concentrate.
I knew exactly why.
Ishana.
The damn kiss.
The kiss that shouldn’t have happened. The kiss I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about since that night on the rooftop at the gala. I hadn’t seen her since then, and hadn’t gone back to the café. Every time I thought about it—about her—I got lost in a mess of confusion. She was trouble. Pure trouble.
But somehow, I couldn’t get her out of my mind.
Why couldn’t I just forget? Why was she haunting my every thought? That night had caught me off guard. I had gone to the gala prepared to face my own demons—my parents' memory, the weight of their loss. I hadn’t expected her to be there, smiling, teasing, making me forget, even if just for a moment. And then the kiss… it was supposed to be a mistake, a lapse in judgement. But it didn’t feel like a mistake at all.
The taste of her lips, the way her body melted against mine. It was too damn real. Too good. And now, every time I closed my eyes, it was there, consuming me.
I slammed the file in front of me closed, frustration mounting as I ran a hand through my hair. This wasn’t me. I wasn’t supposed to lose control. I wasn’t supposed to let anyone in. Yet, there she was, etched into my mind like a bad habit I couldn’t kick.
“Why the hell am I doing all of this?” I muttered to myself, leaning back in my chair, closing my eyes for a brief moment. The office was usually a refuge for me—a place where I could drown out everything else in work. But today, even that wasn’t enough.
A knock on the door jolted me from my thoughts.
“Ayaan bhai?” Arvin’s voice rang out before he even stepped inside. I knew that tone—playful, teasing. Whatever he was here for, it wasn’t going to help my mood.
