Dear readers, I regularly give you at least 2 updates every weekend. And the chapters are also has 4000+ words.
But there are no votes. There are 100+ views but not even 20 votes.This is very disappointing.
Now I don't have as much motivation to write the story as I had earlier.
If you are not liking the story. That's fine. I agree that the plot of this story is a bit different. And it might be boring for some readers because I am trying to write as much related to the real thing.
Maybe that's why I am not getting votes.
I have to give time to this story. If I am not getting that much motivation then
I will stop the story. I hope you all understand me.
________________________________
The grand hall was alive with movement—the rhythmic clatter of hammers against wood, the hum of drills, and the distant voices of workers coordinating their tasks.
The scent of fresh paint lingered in the air, mixing with the faint trace of sawdust.
Yet, amidst all the chaos, Inaara sat still, detached from the world around her.
She had positioned herself in the farthest corner of the hall, her gaze absentmindedly fixed on a half-finished chandelier installation.
But she wasn’t really seeing it.
Her fingers mindlessly traced the rim of the coffee cup before her, the warmth long gone.
A sigh escaped her lips, heavy with a weight she couldn’t shake off.
Was she making a mistake?
The decision she had made—the one she had been so sure of—now felt like a question rather than an answer.
Divorce.
She had told herself it was the right choice.
The only choice.
But then, that night happened.
The memory of Atharv’s cries, the way he had broken down, the raw vulnerability in his eyes—it refused to leave her.
It haunted her in ways she hadn’t expected.
Her mind told her to hold her ground.
That she needed to walk away.
That she couldn’t allow herself to fall into the same pain again.
But her heart?
Her heart whispered something different.
Stay.
Give him a chance.
What if he truly regrets everything?
Her nails dug into her palms as she clenched her fists on her lap.
No. She couldn’t afford again pain and humiliation
YOU ARE READING
Beneath The Storm (Completed)
RomanceIn the opulent world where wealth and power reign supreme, Atharv Rajvansh stands as an untouchable force, his cold perfection masking a storm of hidden vulnerabilities. Enter Inaara Sharma, a kind-hearted soul whose old-fashioned charm and quiet s...
