loving again is easy but is it fair to virat when aira's love for asher still rules a piece of her heart? |Unedited| |Mature| |Completed|

would aira choose her family and give up on a home she so dearly desired or choose her love for asher leaving behind the people she grew up with?? |Unedited| |Completed|

Do you see how I love him true~ it could have been you. As for you and your love for she~ it could have been me. But we were a maybe, and never a must~ when it should've been us. |Mature| |Unedited| |Completed|

"I've one heart, one life I'm ready to sacrifice the two for you I am one, I've one faith I'm ready to sacrifice the two for you 'Cause you are my victory, you are my defeat." ||Sequel to Furore|| |Mature| |Unedited| |Completed|

Sequel to Humsafar.

For your sake. The story of Prime Minister Zaydaan Ziagil and his first lady.

Sequel to Sadqay Tumhare. Complete story available on dreame.

Humsafar.

Sabrina Reed is Nathan Alden's wife, but not by his choice... EXCERPT****** "I found her like this, sir," the guard announced. Sabrina stirred at the voice, blinking groggily and rubbing her eyes to chase away the blur clouding her vision. A towering figure stepped into focus. "What are you doing out here, Sabrina?" Nathan's voice was sharp, cutting through the fog of sleep. His jaw was tight, words pressed between clenched teeth. She blinked again, brushing hair from her face as she sat up. "What are you doing out here?" he repeated-louder this time, more demanding. He stood before her in a jet-black suit and white button-up shirt, sleeves rolled just enough to expose forearms clenched across his chest. His eyebrows were drawn tight, his eyes narrowed. "I came back late last night and... the guard was gone, so... I just fell asleep," she said softly, eyes lowering under the weight of his glare. He dismissed the guard with a silent nod, then stepped closer. "Where were you last night?" he asked, voice taut with suspicion. She yawned, trying to blink herself fully awake. "I've been volunteering at the animal shelter." "Get up," he ordered, tone clipped and harsh. "You expect me to believe that? Don't animal shelters close at a decent time?" She remained seated, her legs too stiff to move. "Yes, but-" "Get up!" he barked.

She chose her apartment because she liked the attached balcony and the peace and quiet it afforded her. That is soon about to change thanks to a new neighbour. Author's Note: This story is dedicated to my person, my Yang, my Lorelai. I write today because you asked why not. Cover Picture Courtesy: To the ever lovely @AasthaKatrela!