"What is your favourite colour?" Esha asked, her fingers grazing her husband's jaw as she leaned back lazily against him on their couch. "Green," he said in a blink, thinking about her in green. It was sight to watch his wife in green, their first meet was still vivid in his memories. She'd worn a beautiful green anarkali, and a pair of cream jhumkas. The light around in the restaurant helped her to shine like a star along with her twinkling eyes and he'd instantly felt tempted by the woman. "Ey! That's mine." She urged turning her head to meet his eyes. Giving her coy and beautiful smile, that's only and only reserved for her, he cupped her soft cheeks in his palms and pecked her nose, right on the piercing-he so loved, and whispered. "And you are mine, sweetheart."

BOOK ONE OF THE SWEET AND SOUR SERIES Vanya Sharma hated marriages. Growing up seeing troubled and failed marriages carved a bitter spot in her heart, especially when one of them belonged to her parents. While escaping the shadows of her past, she found solace in her studies and books. Now at 25, Vanya stands at a crossroads when her mother asks her to settle down. For someone who has lost faith in love over the past few decades, marriage for Vanya was a needle lost in a stack of hay and so was allowing her mother to choose her a life partner. Taking matters into her own hands, Vanya decided a contract marriage would be the best thing to escape from the inevitable chaos. Enters Mahir Oberoi, 30 the CEO of an advertising agency. With beliefs as strong as a mountain and desires as dark as night, Mahir was always ready for whatever life meant to throw at him. But not this time. He wasn't ready for the sudden threat to his position, the prospect of marriage or the five-foot-two brunette that came slamming into him along with it. With the only thing common between the two being their passion for work, Vanya and Mahir found themselves at odds. But, as the saying goes, reality is fleeting. Amidst the sudden wedding and passionate bickering, Vanya and Mahir soon realised, that the beliefs they had all this time were wrong and the reality of it all was all too sweet since the beginning. Tied together into a marriage of convenience, read as how they turn their bitter everything into sweet nothings. ◦°•✩•°◦

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𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. He said it wasn't love. Just lust. Just skin. Just sin. But the way he looked at her told another story, one written in bruises, bitten lips, and poems he'd never let her read. Nathan was supposed to die. scarred lungs, fractured soul, and a life stitched together by betrayal. But death didn't want him. So now he's cursed with time...and her. Aylin was never meant to see him again. Not after that night, 30,000 feet in the air. Not after he tasted her, claimed her, and disappeared. But fate is cruel. And Nathan? Even crueler. Now they meet in the dark. No labels. No promises. Just heat. They're not in love. They don't do love. They do bruises and breathless nights, sharp tongues and softer lies. They do madness. She secretly wants to fix him. He openly wants to break her. And neither of them can stop. This isn't a love story. This is a slow, exquisite destruction. And neither of them will survive it whole.