𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ💌𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ ୨୧ ❝ किसी दिलवाली ने... किसी मतवाली ने... ❞ ❀༉‧₊˚. हमें ख़त लिखा है कि हमसे पूछा है... ☾⋆⁺₊✧ 𖹭 के घर कब आओगे... ✧˖° लिखो कब आओगे... 𓂃♡𓂃 ⋆༺𓆩☾𓆪༻⋆ "𝐃𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭." He says it like a rule almost like a prayer like something carved into bone. 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ And she nods... even when her heart wants to ask,"And me?" ❀༉‧₊˚. This is not a love story that begins with stolen glances. It begins with family decisions. Horoscopes matched and Steel trunks packed. A wedding under the weight of olive green. ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ The Nineties. Landline calls that end too soon. Handwritten letters that smell like ink and longing. Army quarters where wives learn the sound of boots before they learn the rhythm of their husband's breathing. ☾𖤓 They were strangers when the sindoor was placed. Strangers when the regiment called his name louder than she ever could. Strangers... who slowly started choosing each other in the quiet after the bugle call. 𓂃𓂂𓏸♡ He belongs to the nation and She belongs to the vow. And somewhere between salutes and suppressed desires love begins to bloom... not loudly, not rebelliously but devotionally. ❦ This is a story of officers who will always choose the border over the bed. Of wives who will fold their loneliness like a neatly pressed uniform. Of couples who do not fall in love at first sight... but kneel into it, day by day like prayer. 𓇢𓆸 ୨♡୧ Some will fight their own hearts. Some will almost break. Some will whisper, ❝ Stay. ❞ even when they know he will leave at dawn. ✧༺♥༻∞ Because here desire burns. But duty wins. 𓂃☾𓂃 And yet... love does not lose. 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 It transforms. It waits and It worships. 𓆩

In your eyes , I see my future and it's fucking gorgeous. ─•~❉᯽❉~•─ "I am sorry" Varahi apologised almost in a whisper as his jaw flexed , the tears in her eyes threatening to fall. Avyaan scoffed , "Baby, sorry for?" He asked softly , his expressions and rage in his eyes screaming differently. "Please" Varahi whispered , this was too much. She wasn't ready to play silent treatment any more. "Hmm?" Avyaan hummed , leaning closer asking her to elaborate. His knee slipped between her legs as he shoved her body more into the wall while pushing his body more in hers making sure that she wasn't hurt by any chance. His grip softly forces her face up to align with his. His eyes dropped down to her lips before meeting her weary eyes. ─•~❉᯽❉~•─

" Come on, Shanaya, they are couple, why will they not do PDA, just because someone is burning?" Anjali said while looking at me. " Yeah, I can smell something burning too." Kiaan jumped in too. " You guys seriously need to stop." Naina barged in. " Babe, the only thing you need to focus is me, not their silly talks." Armaan turned her head towards him and she blushed ferociously. And the whole table filled with 'Aww'. " That was smooth af, bro." Naksh said. " I feel bad for you." Shanaya whispered in my ear while chuckling. " It doesn't like though." I glared at her. " I can't help bro, your face.. oh my god that's hilarious...." She burst in laughter. --- I felt an arm wrapping around my waist pulling my back flush into his chest. " You hate me so much that you willing to spend a hundred million dollars on the person, you admit to hate.." " No, I hate you so much, that if I had to spend all my money to have you, I would have." He took a sip of his whiskey from other hand. " You are doing wrong with the girl you love, you are cheating on Naina." "I have stopped thinking about so much long ago.. " He bury himself in the crook of my neck and slowly kissed it. I tilted my head to give more access and he took it as an invitation. ---------------- *No cheating troupe* *Enemies to lovers*