He's the NHL's most disciplined defenseman. But when it comes to her, he's lost all control. - Sophie is just trying to survive a Chicago winter, a heavy course load, and a part-time job at a coffee shop. She's used to being invisible, until one snowy night, a massive stranger steps out of the shadows to save her from a persistent threat. - Ronan is known as "The Anchor" on the ice-quiet, immovable, and lethal. The moment he lays eyes on the soft, guarded barista, his world stops. He doesn't just want to date her; he needs to own the air she breathes. To Sophie, Ronan is a dream come true-a charming, protective protector who makes her feel safe for the first time in years. She doesn't know that his "accidental" appearances aren't coincidences. She doesn't know that while she sleeps, he's watching her through a digital tether she didn't know she signed up for. In Ronan's world, there are no accidents, only game plans. And his plan is simple: Keep her safe. Keep her close. Keep her forever. This is a Dark Hockey Romance featuring a quietly obsessive MMC, a "Little Mouse" FMC, and a love so consuming, it blurs the line between protection and possession.

She had no one left to talk to. So she talked to him - a man who would never reply. For five years, Vaanika Subramaniam poured her soul into the DMs of a stranger. Not for attention. Not for love. Just to survive. To feel like someone, somewhere, might be listening. To the grief clawing at her chest. To the rage of growing up in a house that fed on silence. To the pain of being a girl the world tried to break - gently, slowly, and then all at once. That stranger? Ekaansh Vashisth. Actor. Icon. Lie. India's most beloved face - with a smile curated to perfection and eyes that forgot how to feel. At 34, he's drowning under fame, betrayal, and the unbearable noise of being wanted by everyone but loved by no one. Until one night - In the haze of heartbreak and insomnia - He opens his DMs. And finds 20,000 messages. From her. Messages that read like confessions. Like poetry. Like someone saw him without ever looking. And for the first time in years - he listens. While he is finally heard. What begins as curiosity becomes obsession. Because her whispers sound like home. Because she was unraveling - and he was the thread she didn't know she was clinging to. - This is not a love story. This is two broken people whispering into the void - and somehow, finding each other there. An age-gap slow burn. A story of unseen love, aching silence, and the way two strangers can unknowingly become each other's lifeline.

'Ho naksh lamhon pe aise banaye Muddaton se bhi woh mit na paaye' Moments in time felt like a hoax. Nothing would ever last for a moment. Especially not pain. Especially not loss. Especially not the plight of life ending before it even began. Nothing would be merciful enough to last for just a moment. That was how it was in life. The pricking of the soul, the brokenness of the heart, the burning agony of the spirit, nothing. Absolutely nothing lasted for just a moment. Instead, they became constants in life. They became a companion that was more like a demon than a mate. Just how was one supposed to get over those moments that lasted a lifetime. *A fanfiction. I do not own the characters of this book. I gain no profits from writing this. It is purley for entertainment purposes.* #SidNaaz

The story is set in early 1990s in a rural area. A bond is formed due to the promise of honour and respect. A marriage out of necessity and maybe a little bit of obsession. A girl filled with the hope of love and a guy completely enamored by her. How will their life unfold? ☆Warning :This story contains mature themes. It is completely fictional and based upon my imagination. It is inspired by the serial named "Begusarai". But only inspired, the story is completely mine. As I said before this is based in a rural area so am just giving you guys a heads up if anybody feels offended. Readers discretion is advised.