Heatwave Kiss

She lived by the rules. He made her want to rewrite them.

Anvitha Dash was the epitome of grace and discipline a quiet achiever from an upper-middle-class, conservative Odia family, where dignity was everything and emotions were to be tucked neatly away. Focused and grounded, she was raised to color within the lines. Love? That wasn't part of the plan.

Then came Ayansh Joshi charismatic, fiercely confident, and born into a world of unchecked wealth. The kind of man who never had to ask twice, whose charm made silence speak and whose presence made hearts trip. Rules weren't made for people like him they were made to be broken for people like her.

And yet, he saw in her what the world ignored the fire beneath her calm.

"You don't have to become mine, Anvitha," he whispered, brushing her hair behind her ear. "Just let me love you the way no one ever dared to."

And she, torn between duty and desire, found herself surrendering to a feeling she'd never known:

"You're the only chaos that makes me feel safe," she breathed, her voice trembling with truth. "And I don't want to run from it anymore."