𝐉𝐚𝐚𝐧 : 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

35○Them○(Part-1)

IMPORTANT!! DO READ!!

Hey guys...
First things first—this is MY book, MY story, MY fiction. I'm beyond grateful to my loyal readers, whom I consider family. You've stood by me through all the highs and lows, and I love you all so much! ❤️

But...
Lately, I've noticed a few readers spreading hate toward my MML, Ashvik. I've seen comments saying he's not good enough for Amaira. Yes, Ashvik was a little obsessive at first, but he's growing. His love for Amaira is real, and he's doing everything to become the best version of himself for her.

And about that dialogue—
"Oh that? Your sister was a little hungry!" This was said by Ashvik when he and Alessandro were about to fight. Some of you claim Alessandro, Carlos, Matteo, Xavier, Xander, and Ethan did nothing after hearing that. Wrong. The brothers were ready to explode but held back because they knew Ashvik would never hurt Amaira—and more importantly, Amaira loved him.

For those still doubting—
Alessandro and Ashvik didn't just walk away. They had a pretty intense fight, leaving both of them wounded and later treated by Amaira and Sofia. So, instead of jumping to conclusions, read the full chapter. And if you still don't like it...

JUST LEAVE.

 Let me remind you—
👉🏼 This is a SEQUEL.
Sequel: A book, film, etc., that continues the story of the one before.

The previous book focused on family and siblings, but this one is about Amaira and her love life. I'm following the storyline. If I had added more family scenes, you'd still be complaining that it's not a love story.

So...
No chaos in the comments about Ashvik or Amaira. If you don't like the book, leave silently. Genuine feedback is welcome, but baseless hate? Not tolerated.

Hope this clears things up! Next time, I won't hesitate to report and block.

•Mehndi (Father's love)•
▪︎Author's Pov▪︎

Ashvik, who loved Amaira more than his own life, was once a man with an empty heart—cold and devoid of emotions. But she brought him back to life. She wasn't just the love of his life. No. For Ashvik, Amaira was love. She was his life. She was the one who made him realize that he was worthy of love—her love.

And for her... he would do anything. He didn't care whether he had to walk through fire or face death itself, as long as she was by his side. So, having a conversation with her maternal grandparents—her Nanu and Nani—wasn't a big deal for him.

Yet, a part of him was a little... conflicted. What exactly was he supposed to say to them?

"You slapped her, so I cut your hand."
"If I knew you'd create chaos in our lives, I would've killed you instead of just cutting your hand."
"Just drop this topic and let us live in peace."

The thoughts were wild, and he shook his head, pushing them away. Thankfully, when the moment came, he didn't utter any of the things that crossed his mind. Instead, he spoke from his heart.

"She is love." his voice was raw, filled with emotion. "I don't just love her... I breathe for her. She is my everything. And when I even think of someone hurting her... all I want to do is tear this world apart. I can't stand seeing her in tears, and this time... I was the reason behind them."

His gaze softened, filled with regret and love as he looked at them.

"I know you see me as an obsessed jerk... Maybe I was. But not anymore. She changed me. And I love this change. I can't undo the past or what I've done to you. But I can only ask... no, I request you to bless us. Please... don't be a hurdle in this journey of our new life."