Pilotromance Stories

He was born to rule; on land and high in the skies. She, it seemed, was born to reign over him. He had defied all odds in his life. She was hell-bent on deifying him. Murtasim Shahnawaz Khan's destiny had been written for him; to take over his family's ancestral seat as a feudal lord and live his life for the people. He'd altered destiny. A man of iron-clad principles, he'd silenced all who dared to question him by becoming Khan Murtasim Khan and Captain Khan simultaneously. He did his duty and indulged in his passion. Why did he have to choose one? He made the rules after all... Meerab Waqas Ahmed didn't like rules. Especially ones made to control her, or any woman for that matter. Out with the old, in with the 'whatever the hell I want to do' was the way it worked in Meerab's world. If this meant deifying family tradition to pave her own way in the world, then she was willing to pay the price for her independence. They say if you play with fire, you're bound to burn, but doesn't ice burn the warm-blooded too? Fire and ice went hand in hand, just like desire and destruction. Note: This story is not completely 'mature'. It may include parts which are mature but can be enjoyed otherwise as well. This wonderful, amazing cover is by moonshine1_ 🤍

They never spoke in school, yet their eyes told stories words never could. Siya, quiet and observant, notices a boy who seems so familiar yet unreachable. Years later, fate brings them together-him a rising cricketer, her caught in her own world. One interview, one reserved seat, one chance meeting... Can a decade of silence finally turn into the story they were always meant to write together?

She was just an ordinary college girl- average looks, hidden pain, and a smile that lied every day. Shrishti had learned to survive quietly: in a house where she was unwanted, in a world where she was expected to adjust, and in a life where her dreams mattered the least. Until he came. Every night, a boy appeared in her dreams- calm eyes, familiar warmth, and a presence that felt like home. In her sleep, she laughed freely, cried honestly, and loved without fear for the first time. But one day... he stopped coming. Her nights turned empty. Her heart broke silently. And she learned to live without waiting for dreams. Until fate intervened. At an airport-between departures and destinations- Shrishti collides with a man she had already loved. Same face. Same name. Same soul. But this time, he doesn't remember her. Saarth is a pilot-successful, calm, emotionally guarded. He doesn't believe in coincidences. Yet something about Shrishti feels impossible to ignore. As love blooms again, memories of a forgotten past begin to surface- a past where love was forbidden, where caste and power destroyed two souls, and where death could not end what destiny had written. Some love stories begin with a meeting. Theirs began with a memory. From Sleep to Skies is a slow-burn romantic tale of dreams, reincarnation, healing, and a love that chose each other-twice.

He fell from the sky. But it was her heart that shattered. When a mission goes wrong and silence replaces his voice, she fears the worst-that history has repeated itself, and this time, Caleb won't come back. But when she finds him-bruised, bloodied, and breathtakingly alive-the relief is overwhelming. Their reunion is raw, fragile, and threaded with everything they've never said aloud. She thought she'd lost him again. He promises she never will.