Kehte hai ki ISHQ ke saat parav hote hai - dilkashi, uns, mohabbat, aqidat, ibadat, junoon aur maut. Yeh kahani ibadat ki hai... Ibadat jo junoon aur aqidat ke beech apna intekaam dhundh rahi hai... It is said that there are seven stages of LOVE - attraction, infatuation, love, trust, worship, madness and death. This story is dedicated to worship... Worship which searches for its fulfilment between trust and madness...

HIS PERFECT STRANGER Subtitle: Our Slow Blooms The scent of marigolds was suffocating. The sacred fire was a witness to a union born of a dying man's wish and a living man's despair. Arth looked at his husband-the man he had loved from the shadows for years-and saw only a stranger. A man whose soul was buried in a grave three years ago. "Humne phere le liye hain, Zamindar Ji..." Arth's voice was a fragile whisper, his eyes searching for a single spark of warmth in the cold marble of Vikram's face. Vikram didn't look back. His gaze was fixed on the portrait of the woman whose place Arth could never take. "Shaadi hui hai, Arth. Rishta nahi." Vikram's voice was like a frost that killed the first bloom of spring. "Is ghar ki dehleez ke andar tum sirf ek zimmedari ho. Meri patni ki jagah lene ki koshish bhi mat karna... kyunki vo jagah aaj bhi bhari hui hai." Arth stood in the silence of a room that still smelled like another woman's perfume, holding a glass of water from a man who gave him everything except a reason to breathe. He had married his dream, only to realize he was living in someone else's nightmare. What happens when the heart you want to heal is the one that refuses to beat for anyone living? Can a shadow ever compete with a ghost? Dive into a tale of 19th-century angst, silent tears, and a love so patient it might just break before it blooms.

Running a sex-line was never on Rory's agenda, but after needing to pay for his University fees to graduate in dance, he knows he can use the two things he's good at-his charm and his love for sex. He stands by three rules: don't give away your identity, don't meet up in person and DO NOT get attached. It's a job at the end of the day and he must remain professional. Until the one caller that makes him break the most important rule. August Wilder might look like he has the perfect life being the one to watch on the University rugby team and being the top of his class, but his demons haunt his every move. He never opens up. He never talks about his past. He will never talk about that night. When August stumbles across a sticker in the men's bathroom for a hotline, he calls it. He's not interested in the sex, he's in need to talk to someone that doesn't know who he is. After hours of calls and sleepless nights. Rory and August grow a bond, yet the secret of their identities lie between them. Tropes: Sports romance (dancer x rugby player) Shy MMC x Confident MMC Secret identity Angst/healing Close friendship group/found family Spicy Scenes Lots of fluff 18+