𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴, 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴. · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · "Are you asking me to be your muse, Miss Walters?" "Yes." I said, my voice almost steady. Almost. He leaned down, his breath fanning across my skin. My heart forgot how to beat. "I forgot to tell you but-" his low voice sent shivers down my spine, "I charge extra for kinky stuff, sunshine." A deep, traitorous blush spread up my neck, blooming into my cheeks like wildfire. I realised this man definitely knows what he does to me. And he never leaves any chance to remind me either. · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · Avery Walters needed a fresh start. Becoming the live-in nanny was supposed to be just that- a job, a quiet life and time to secretly write her next bestseller. But what she didn't expect was her boss or her new hot neighbour. Damien is cocky, commanding and infuriatingly gorgeous. A man out of her league. And Avery is a whirlwind in his perfectly ordered life. Stealing hearts and hiding chapters of a novel that just might be about him. He tells himself she's off-limits. She tells herself he's impossible. Yet in the quiet moments between stolen glances and arguments, something undeniable simmers. But there's a secret. That will make their life upside down. Now the real question is, will her heart and mind align together together when the time comes or... #1 OF ENTANGLED SERIES

"Aditya, I-" "Yes or No." His voice cut through the air, sharp and commanding. Shivalika didn't say anything. She knew if she replied with only Yes or No then it will bring up more Misunderstandings. But Her silence was enough for him. "The lies, the betrayal... You really thought I wouldn't find out?" Her eyes drifted to the papers in his hand-papers that would change everything. Her face paled. She had never imagined the truth would come out like this. "D-DNA report..." Her voice trembled. Her family was now frozen in shock. The betrayal was too much. His heart, once shattered, He had trusted her, believed her- But she had betrayed him. Not once, but twice. After all these years, she had hidden the truth about his daughter. "You hid it from me." His voice was thick "For eight years." His words were harsh. "I have a 7 year-old daughter, and I never knew she existed. I thought my child was dead! And you... you didn't think I had the right to know?" His voice broke into a whisper, one laced with pain. "I should've known. I shouldn't have trusted you after what you did to me eight years ago." Disgust curling his lips. For the first time, Shivalika saw hatred for her in his eyes, and it pierced her soul. But she knew she deserved it- every bit of his hate. She had broken him all over again. "You're a lawyer, right? You fight for human rights, but You took away my rights as a father." "Ms. Chauhan...You will regret hiding this from me. You've seen my love,and now... now you will see my Hate." "I didn't hate you when you left me. But today, today you've given me a reason to." His face twisted in a storm of fury, betrayal. "I'll make your life a living hell. This was all because of our family rivalry right? Now, I'll show You what a Real Rivalry looks like." Each word filled with venom, rage, and the promise of Vengeance. The man who had once been the hero of someone's story had now become the villain of his own. His Love turned into Vengeance.

They didn't fall in love in a dramatic way. No rain. No angry confessions. No whispers under a dying sunset. They just fell in love. He never realized when her name became his favorite prayer. She never realized when he became her safe place. They knew about each other's fears. She pretended to be strong, but in reality, she had always been deprived of love and warmth by her family. He smiled even with a storm in his heart and numbness in his mind. They never promised forever because they knew they would never have it. But they lived as if forever was theirs. Until reality arrived as a betrayal of their luck. Responsibilities. Expectations. Timing. They never stopped loving each other They never could. They just stopped being together. There was no dramatic goodbye, just a silent one. He still checks her profile sometimes. She still listens to his voice notes, remembering how warm his voice sounded. They moved on, but not completely. Because some love stories don't end with hate. They end with love that has nowhere to go.