A story of a brother who couldn't bear to see even a single drop of his brother's blood fall. A story of a love so possessive it blurred the line between devotion and obsession. But tell me... is it just brotherly love or something far darker hidden beneath that devotion? This is the story of two brothers.... A story that happened centuries ago... and is happening again. __English isn't my first language and I'm not good at summarising, but I really hope you'll like the story__

An army academy where cadets go through rigorous training. Read to know more 😉

He was the boy his father couldn't protect... and the man his father couldn't recognize." 🌌💔 Advay Rathore was never the perfect son. He stuttered, he feared hospitals, and he longed for a father who always chose the nation over him. But beneath his fragile voice was a brilliant mind... one that could bend codes, crack systems, and outsmart the world. When terrorists tore him away from his family, everyone thought he was gone forever. Everyone... except his mother, who lit a lamp for him every night. 🪔 Years later, he returns - not as Advay, but as Veer Malhotra, a cold, sharp businessman hiding behind a new identity. He joins the very military academy run by his father, determined to never reveal the truth. But blood has its own memory, and a father's heart can never forget. A strict Colonel. A son who carries scars deeper than anyone knows. A mother who refuses to stop believing. This is not just a story of war and duty - it's about broken families, second chances, and a love stronger than fear. 🌹

🏛️ Oberoi Institute of Medical Science. ❄️ A professor feared by all. 🌻 An intern who refuses to fear him. 💉 Lessons were meant for medicine... ❤️‍🔥 Not for crossing the line between teacher and student. © 2025 Silentwriter_24. All rights reserved. This story, Forbidden Pulse, and its characters are the original creation of the author. Unauthorized copying, distribution, or adaptation is prohibited.

Ayan's mind snapped awake as the phone rang again. And again. And again. He grab it with a deadly glare and answering "Hello." "Hi baby... what you doing? Were you sleeping?" His eyes shot wide open. The massive wall clock blinked back 3:00 AM. He wanted to kill this person. "Oh no, I wasn't sleeping," he muttered darkly. "I was practicing how to lay in a coffin so I can look handsome at my own funeral." The other end responded with a rich, delighted laugh. . "God, I can even make a mafia this angry. Damn..." "Trust me," Ayan hissed, voice thick with hatred, "if I ever catch you I will peel your skin off slowly and feed it to my guard dogs." The voice on the other end dropped to a sultry, dangerous whisper. "Oh baby... always making me horny. And if I catch you first, I'll peel off every piece of your clothing and worship every inch of your body. Slowly. Tasting. Biting." Ayan let out a growl of rage and hurled his phone straight into the wall. Ayan's eyes burned red with rage. "I swear to God," he snarled, voice low and deadly, "when I find you... you'll be begging for my mercy." His lips twisted into a cruel smile. "You've been messing with the wrong person KITTEN." -.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-. On the other hand the stalker's fingers curled possessively around Ayan's photo. Lips pressed against the glossy surface soft. "I want you to find me... my spicy lion," the voice whispered, dripping with dark desire and madness.