𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐯𝐚 STANDALONE NOVEL! She was raised with traditions. He was hardened by duty. Their hearts never asked-but their families did. VRINDA MISHRA never dreamt of love stories. A government school teacher from a respected Brahmin family, she believed in responsibility more than romance, in silence more than chaos. When her father chose an IPS officer for her, she agreed-not for love, but for the man her father saw worth in. ASTITVA KANAN no space in his life for affection. After years of relentless struggle, he wore his khaki like second skin and spoke only when needed. When his mother brought Vrinda's proposal, he didn't refuse-he simply followed the order, like every other in his life. They marry with respect. They live with distance. And yet-something lingers in the quiet. Two strangers bound by duty. Two hearts untouched by love. But sometimes, the softest stories aren't told in words... they bloom in unspoken glances, shared silences, and the promise of something slowly, gently, changing. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. 18+ readers. Mature content.

"𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫?" "𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞." She's a surgeon, sleeps with blood under her nails. Saves lives with hands that once ended lives. And she never told a soul not even herself. He's a CEO but behind the Armani suits and a billion-dollar smirk? He runs a syndicate soaked in bone and bullet holes. Unaliving people isn't a job. It's a fucking ritual. His morality? Tied up, gagged, and buried six feet under. "You touched my scars." "I was trying to memorize your pain in Braille." "Why?" "Because it turns me on knowing no one else survived your darkness but me." They met on a random day, both pretending their souls weren't stitched together with screams and secrets. They fell in love, the kind that doesn't burn, it devours. But she pushed him away with trembling hands because she knew-Monsters can smell their own. So he followed her. Tracked her every breath, thought he was the predator. Turns out, she's the fucking endgame. The past is clawing its way back. The forest remembers. The grave is still open. And the only question left is-Who buried who? 🪷Book #1 in 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 & 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬🪷