Feelsgalore Stories

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ Some collisions are not accidents. Some are written long before the first meeting, carved into the bones of fate, sealed in the ink of naseeb. ___________________♡ He was the grumpy officer who had a rule for everything. She was the little hurricane who broke every single one. ___________________♡ One chaotic encounter. One universe with terrible timing. Two people who walked away certain - absolutely certain - they would never cross paths again. Fate heard that. Fate laughed. Poetic revenge indeed. ___________________♡ Because somewhere between a ruined wedding, a crowded hall, and words that silenced an entire room - Khizar Meer signed his name beside the little hurricane. Inayat Raza signed hers besides the Grumpy Officer. A marriage of convenience. Nothing more. Or so they told themselves. ___________________♡ But convenience doesn't explain why he positioned himself between her and every danger without being asked. It doesn't explain why she saved his warmth in small quiet ways she pretended not to notice. It doesn't explain everything. ___________________♡ Will their chaotic bickering be all this marriage ever holds? Or is this the beginning of something neither of them has a name for yet? Grumpy Officer. Little Hurricane. Together - an absolute disaster. Together - somehow, inexplicably - home. 🫀 - soniixwrts 🌙

Finally, it was over. We were panting for our air back as we sat. Darkness of the twilight surmounted around us. After a lingering silence, Silcy piped up. "So...who are we gonna call this time?" "Tsk, sometimes I wish Ghost Busters were real..." I heard Deran grumble lowly. I rolled my eyes, "Oh, quit complaining. We got THIS far. No way can we turn back. C'mon, we can do it...please guys?" I plead. To my astonishment, they both agreed. But, that victory was short lived. Out of nowhere, a deafening screech came. Deran, Silcy, and I had whipped out our weapons. Then, were back to the same sprint pace.