A Love Story written among guns and roses. He rules with a Gun; she heals with a scalpel... Chandni Chowk smelled of antiseptic and gunpowder. An undisputed king... A righteous doctor... A ghost... and an abandoned Code! ... "Battle scars? Mine is from a scalpel during COVID. Border Security. Medical Staff." "Jammu. 2016." ... "You shouldn't be here..." "I shouldn't be anywhere else either." ... "What's Vajra?" "Nothing, if you love your life!" ... No hospital, no names, no mercy! A love story woven between lies, myth, and duties! A story of Guns and Roses. Of Operation theatres and warfare. Of Duty and Desire. ... ... Join me in their story to experience blossoming love in tired hearts. Updates ~ Very Regular, like a heartbeat 🫀

"Haa, aunty. Yeh rahe mere husband. 6 months pehle hi shadi hui hai humari." "Haa maa, aur aapki bahu pregnant hai. 5 weeks ahead." ... "So, Miss Jalebi. Pakda pakdi khelein?" The corridor witnessed our little Tom and Jerry session. ... We were so close that her heart was thumping against my chest, and mine? Mine was ready to jump out of the balcony behind us. ... She called him her husband before she even knew his name. He chased her through wedding corridors for a pair of stolen shoes. Somewhere between "Miss Jalebi" and stolen glances, he started believing in love at first sight. ... May you fall in love with someone who feels like you! Some loves stitch you together. Others unravel you. Welcome to the Threads! Chapter Updates ~ Very Regular... Like a heartbeat 🫀