𓆩♡𓆪 ─────────────── 𓆩♡𓆪 The morning light filtering through the blinds was far too bright, exposing the stark reality that Anushka usually managed to avoid. 𓂃𓈒𓏸 For her, the "morning after" was a formula- ✦ a silent exit. ✦ a forgotten name. ✦ a swift return to the safety of her guarded, loveless life. Love was a trap- A souvenir of her past trauma that she had long ago sworn never to pay for again. ⋆⭒˚.⋆ But as she reached for her scattered clothes... Something stopped her. Just... a heavy, suffocating feeling. ᯓ★ He was watching her. Not with the casual indifference she expected from a one-night partner... But with an intensity that bordered on obsession. The moment he spoke, the quiet sincerity in his voice sent an unfamiliar chill crawling beneath her skin. 𖹭 "I've been waiting for you my whole life." ☾︎ She froze. The words struck harder than any hangover ever could. ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ Looking at the way his fingers twitched- As though they were already afraid of losing her. 𓇢𓆸 "You're not leaving... are you?" His smile slowly widened. "We're together now... right?" A pause. "After all..." "You took my virginity." 𓆩☾︎𓆪 For the first time in years... Anushka wasn't afraid of falling in love. She was afraid... of the boy who already had. And this... was only the beginning. ⋆⭒˚.⋆𖹭 𓆩♡𓆪 ─────────────── 𓆩♡𓆪

"You seem to be really intelligent," she said, running her fingers over the spine of my book. "More than you, I guess," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant. "Then you must know the meaning of every word," she said. "Not every word, but most of them," I replied. "Do you know what manhoos (cursed) means?" she asked. "Cursed," I repeated. "Where have you heard it?" I asked, curious-or maybe more concerned. "My Dadi Ammi says I'm manhoos," she continued. Her eyes lost the sparkle they had a moment ago. I was left speechless for a moment, wondering why a grandmother would say such a harsh word. "It seems like you don't know either," she said, her voice laced with disappointment. I stared at her face, and before I knew it, I blurted out, "Beautiful." "Cursed means beautiful," I added hastily. 🌟🌟 Alizey Haider: A girl labeled as cursed, unfortunate, and unlucky by the world- believes she isn't worthy of love. Shehryar Sultan: A boy who considers her as his entire world and loves her like breathing. A LOVE STORY THAT YOU CANT RESIST ✨️ Bitter Brownies by @author_lizz09

Book #3 of 'ek qismat' series Could be read as a standalone The first lesson Shahnawaz Sikandar learned in his life was that he was meant to be alone. Sent in a boarding school in Italy before he could even see his parents' face, he knew he was deeply alone. When he was called back at 6 years old, he received lesser than he expected. What he never expected was the storm Rehunama Shah was. Rehunama, the queen bee of his class, wanted everyone to be her friends and Shahnawaz was no exception. Despite everything, he started believing that maybe there was something good in the world but fate didn't want his happiness. Rehunama Shah also left him, promising to meet again one day. The moment he stopped hoping, she returned back... now, as his wife. Started: April 2026 Completed: August 2026