❝Bhoot pret nikat nahi aavey, Mahavir jab naam sunavey...❞ It was late at night, when I heard a knock on the window. I froze hearing the knock. Slowly, I got up from my study table and tiptoed toward my bed, trying to decide if I should check the window. But something told me not to, so I climbed on the bed instead. I'm not opening that window. I know how in horror movies, the main character hears some creepy noise and runs straight towards it. Like hello? do they not care there could be a whole-ass ghost waiting to jump on them? Another knock. I squeezed my eyes shut, gripping the blanket tightly. If this is how I die, I swear I'm haunting the ghost back. I was on the verge of running to wake up my parents when I heard a sneeze and then... my name whispered slowly. "Pratiksha." It clicked in an instant. Oh god! I shot up from the bed, hurriedly unlocking and opening the window. Before I could even react, he tumbled through and fell directly on the floor with a thud. I gasped in shock, half laughing but also panicking at the sight of him in my room. "How did you-" I started to ask, but he quickly clamped his hand over my mouth. I stared at him. He leaned in closer and whispered, "Don't make noise, or we'll both be in trouble." What. Is. Happening. ~~~ If overthinking was a sport, she would have won every time. He, on the other hand, one moment, he was the smoothest guy around. The next, he was doing something completely silly just for fun. Together, they were like a perfect mess. But a twist of destiny tore them apart. Six years later, they met again, the love that once bloomed was now buried under layers of hatred, from both sides. Could they move past the hurt, the anger and the six years that had turned them into stranger?

The story unfolds the sweet tender moments of Rishabh and Paridhi, how their love blossoms, during and after their (arranged love) marriage. Paridhi is a sweet and kind soul, the perfect sanskari girl, shy and polite, she is 24 and working as a graphic designer. Rishabh is the average nerdy guy, an architect and someone who never in his life of 27 years had a girlfriend but always manifested a loving partner. How will these two shy and introverted souls carry their marriage and what will be their story? To know more follow "Dheere Dheere Se" _________________________________________ Rishabh carried me towards the bed and slowly placed our bodies without breaking the contact. "This was a little difficult to do" he said breathlessly. I giggled and asked "who asked you to carry me all the way round then?" Sliding next to me he spoke "You always told me about your book men who carry their women, I wanted to try the same with my woman" I couldn't stop the huge grin that took over my face and pecked on his lips, pulling my body over him. Looking at my amused face he asked "what?" "Nothing. You're just adorable" I said playing with his fluffy hair, halfly lying on his body. "Am I?" He asked teasingly "Umm-hmm" Our eyes locked together, and he brought his head upwards towards me while I captured his lips with mine. Longing, desperation, tiredness all turned into warmth, coziness and us. He rolled our bodies together and I was in the bed now while he topped me. I was waiting for him to make the move. My breath getting heavier, it was a long day, a long week actually exhaustion, sleepless nights and overworking but I was so prepared for him to devour me like the day after that movie. Instead Rishabh kissed my forehead. "I know you're tired, we don't have to do it now" saying he scooted on his side. He took my hands into his and threaded them together and we fell into a peaceful silence in each other's presence.

(Enemies x Lovers) When his ephemeral anger turns to Apricity in her presence, his desiccated world spills a serein!❤️🔆