Shivansh Raghuvanshi x Isha Maheshwari
"I don't believe in this shit, do not accept anything from me, i don't have time to waste no this shit called love, you have time u can say no. "
"YOU ARE MINE GET THIS IN YOUR BRAIN
YOU ARE FUVKING MINE JAAN...
It's gonna be almost 500+ reads on a last chapter and not even 60 votes? I do not want to delay updates just because of vote targets. But now you are forcing me to do it.
Okiee this is really making me convinced to give you a short and late update.
Your votes & comments are the motivation in the tough time, but seeing this. You are making me think otherwise.
No updates will be posted until the vote target is completed from next time.
Chapter 21 is completed in my draft if you want an update then complete the target before 18 jan.
And i thought to give you an update thrice a week but since you are not completing the target I'll also not update.
Target 🎯 - 60+ votes and at least 20 comments and follow me on wattpad also.
More than 3500+ words.
And i am making a scroll stack account ( paid ) for an early update, if you are interested in the book then you can check there.
And price will be reasonable.
And i will tell you that I'd till evening and i'd link will be in wattpad and insta bio..
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Shivansh's POV
I leaned back in my chair, tapping my fingers on the polished surface of my desk. The silence of my cabin was comforting-a place where everything made sense. No distractions, no unnecessary emotions, just work.
I was in the middle of reviewing a report when the phone rang, pulling me out of my focus. I glanced at the intercom display, and my mother's name flashed across the screen.
I picked it up immediately. "Jii, Ma?"
"Did you guys left the office?" She asked as soon as she hear my voice.
"No maa i---" She cut me in the middle.
"Shiv, why are you still in the office? You should have left by now!" Her voice carried that mix of warmth and subtle reproach that only she could manage.
"I'm wrapping up some work. It's important," I replied, keeping my tone calm.
"Nothing is more important than family," she said, her tone firm. "We're meeting them, and I don't want to hear excuses. You better leave now. And on your way, buy something nice for her."
"For who?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer.
"Don't play dumb, Shivansh," she laughed softly. "For your wife-or whoever she's supposed to be someday! Buy something special. You're not getting younger, and it's about time you start thinking seriously."
