Lovelikeworship Stories

"Father Aaryan..." Her voice was a whisper. Sin in a silk dress. "Don't say my name like that," he warned, fists clenched. She smiled, wicked and soft. "Like what?" "Like a prayer you don't believe in." She was a dark romance writer hiding from her past. He was a priest trying to outrun his own ghosts. She wanted chaos. He preached purity. But temptation has a name. And it sounds an awful lot like her. He was her salvation. But she... was his holy sin.

He didn't fall in love with her-he fell to his knees. Rajveer Jamwal wasn't a man of faith until she came. Kritika. The girl with trembling hands, tearful eyes, and a soul too fragile for the world he ruled. He didn't love her, he worshipped her. Every breath she took was a prayer he never dared to interrupt. Every pain she carried, he bore like penance. But worship has a price. And devotion always turns dark. When she smiled, he called it sunrise. When she cried, he called it holy. And when she broke-he broke his world to keep her whole. Years later, she still haunts his blood. Her ghost sleeps beside him, her memories raising the daughter she never saw. And every time he looks at the child's eyes, he sees her-his only god, his only sin. Because love ends. But worship never does.