Love is in the Air ~ Shubman Gill

IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT

Important Announcement

I'm truly hurt and disappointed. Love Is In The Air is officially on hold. Despite giving you all over a month (plus extra days) to meet the vote target, it seems out of 250 readers, not even 50 could take the time to vote. Seriously? I expected better.

Since the lack of interest is clear, I've made the decision to stop updating the book until the vote target is met. No updates, no exceptions. Love Is In The Air will stay on hold until then.

Instead, I'm shifting my focus to a new story, Whispers of Time. I originally planned to release it in January, after finishing Love Is In The Air, but seeing how little engagement this book has gotten, I'm starting it early.

Bottom line: if you want Love Is In The Air back, prove it by meeting the vote target. Until then, don't expect updates.

Thank you !!

WHISPERS OF TIME

What if love didn't just defy expectations—but shattered reality itself? In Whispers of Time, an arrogant king forged by centuries of tradition meets a defiant woman from a world he can't comprehend. Together, they ignite a passion so profound it bends the fabric of time, but will their love survive the chaos it unleashes?

Anaira Kapoor wasn't meant to be here—not in the glittering yet brutal world of the 1550s. She comes from 2095, a world of towering cities and endless progress, where freedom flows as freely as air. But one inexplicable twist of fate pulls her into a realm of swords and shadows, a place where kings rule with iron fists and women are little more than pawns. Thrust into a golden palace alive with intrigue and danger, she finds herself at the mercy of King Virat Singh Chauhan—a man whose piercing gaze could cut stone and whose heart is a fortress.

Virat has everything: power, loyalty, and the reverence of a kingdom. But beneath the imposing exterior lies a soul bound by chains no one sees. He lives for duty, not dreams. Yet, when Anaira bursts into his meticulously ordered world, she becomes his undoing. She is fire to his ice, chaos to his control, and the one thing he cannot conquer.

From the moment their eyes meet, their clashes are as violent as the storms that rage over Virat's kingdom:

Virat: "You dare raise your voice to a king?"

Anaira: "You dare act like I'll cower because you wear a crown? I've seen men built from code stronger than you."

Virat: "You test my patience, Anaira. No one speaks to a king this way."

Anaira: "Then maybe it's time someone did. You're not as untouchable as you think."

Virat: "You have no idea the power I hold, yet here you stand—defiant, reckless, and utterly maddening."

Anaira: "And you have no idea how it feels to finally meet someone who's not afraid of your power."

Anaira: "You think you own this world, don't you? That everyone bows to you? Well, newsflash, King. I don't bow. Not now, not ever."

Virat (pulling her closer): "You don't have to bow. But defy me again, and you might not like where it leads Daring!!"

Her defiance infuriates him—and fascinates him. She is a woman unlike any he has ever known, a contradiction he cannot unravel. In her eyes, he sees not fear but challenge. And for Anaira, the king who seems unbreakable reveals cracks in his armor. His strength may frighten others, but to her, it's the vulnerability beneath that captures her heart.

Their love is not without its trials. Anaira's arrival disrupts everything—his advisors see her as a threat, whispers of rebellion grow, and the inevitability of her future hangs over them both like a curse. Yet, even as the world conspires against them, they find solace in each other:

Anaira: "Do you always get what you want, Your Majesty?"

Virat (brushing his fingers against hers): "Not always. But when I do, I never let it go."

Anaira: "You could walk away, Virat. Let your crown and your traditions keep you safe."

Virat (his hand cupping her face): "And live a life without you? I would burn this kingdom to the ground before I let that happen."

But love cannot exist in a vacuum. The weight of time presses on them both, and Anaira's heart aches with the knowledge that the future is still calling her back:

Anaira: "This isn't my world, Virat. I don't belong here."
Virat (his voice trembling): "Then I will make it yours. Stay, Anaira. Let me fight time for you."

In the palace, whispers turn to roars as betrayal festers. On the battlefield, Virat faces wars not just for his kingdom, but for his love. And in Anaira's heart, the pull of her future wars with the love she's found in the past. Their passion is relentless, their devotion undeniable, but will it be enough to overcome the greatest enemy of all—time itself?

In Whispers of Time, love is not gentle—it is raw, transformative, and eternal. It is a fire that burns away everything, leaving only truth. It is a collision of worlds, a fusion of hearts, and a test of wills against the forces of destiny. As Anaira and Virat battle tradition, betrayal, and the very fabric of time, their love becomes something that could change not just their lives, but the course of history itself.

Will their love endure, or will time shatter it into memory? One thing is certain: their story will echo across the ages.

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