# 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐎𝐟 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
Aayansh Agniwanshi a king of jaipur and CEO of Agniwanshi CO. Lit. A mafia king with ruthless, grumpy, cold.
'Love is a trap. When it appears, we see only its light, not its shadows.' A...
I’m done with you guys. You all only remember the author when you want an update. Otherwise, no one wants to do anything. No one even comments. Fine, maybe you vote, but most of you are just silent readers who don’t engage at all. And then, the ones who do comment, vote, and complete targets — those poor genuine readers — they just sit and wait. Because apparently, updates are only for when the silent readers show up and read quietly.
So, the author and genuine readers are left begging, 'Please comment, please complete the target,' while the silent readers just enjoy everything without giving anything back. If this is how it’s going to be, then it’s better I shift my updates to a paid platform like Stck.me, where at least I’ll earn something. What’s even the point here anymore? I might as well publish it elsewhere and end the matter. Those who truly care will read it there.
And I know some people don’t have Instagram or can’t use it — but that doesn’t mean the ones who do have Instagram shouldn’t support the author at all. I’m not trying to be rude, but you all have made my mentality like this. First you read silently, then you blame the author for being rude.
When I ask you all to engage on Instagram, you don’t even bother. So tell me — where should I go, huh? Where should I go and die? Just tell me that much.
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The air was filled with the sweet scent of mogra and mischief. The haveli was mostly asleep… mostly — except for the usual suspects stirring up drama under moonlight.
Aayansh, still very much in lover-boy-on-steroids mode, smirked like the devil himself as he locked eyes with Vivaan and Shivaay — the two resident overprotective bro code police.
With Ishanvi still in his arms — practically tucked against his chest like she belonged there (spoiler alert: she did) — he leaned down dramatically and planted a slow, exaggerated kiss on her cheek.
“Muaaah.”
Not a light peck. Not subtle. Proper filmy. Mellow echo. Full volume.
Vivaan’s entire soul did a system reboot. “Abe saaleeeeee…”
Shivaay? Already halfway ready to throw his slipper. “Ek aur kiss ki toh guarantee de raha hoon — chappal mere haath se nikal jayegi Aayansh!”
But Aayansh didn’t even flinch.
He just turned to Ishanvi and said sweetly, “Sun rahi ho na baby? Inko humse jalan ho rahi hai.”
[You hear that, baby? They’re just jealous.]
Vivaan scoffs “Jalan? Main toh bas itna keh raha hoon, next time itna pyaar dikhana ho na, toh Netflix pe dikhao — yeh sab live telecast band karo.”
