IAS Officer's Wife

𝓣𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓪 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓶 𝓶𝓪𝓷...

"What days have come to this..." she muttered under her breath, her voice trembling with irritation. "You were supposed to see me... like you would your own sister!"- But the way you look at me..."

He didn't flinch. His tone was calm, steady
almost too honest.
"My eyes have never looked at you like that... not since the first day."

She turned sharply toward him, frustration flaring in her eyes.
"You're such a strange man, you know that? You don't even realize that I'm younger than you!"

"I do realize it," he said, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "But does being younger mean you'll keep repeating it again and again-chhoti hoon, chhoti hoon? I'm not old, and you're not that young either. The age gap between your parents is probably the same as ours. And honestly... these days, people want that kind of age difference. Yet here you are, fighting over it."

Her jaw tightened. "You think this is funny? I've been forced to stay here, and you-"

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In a world full of possessive, dominating, and toxic men, this story belongs to the rare one the calm soul who looks at you with peace instead of power.

It's about what it feels like to be loved by a calm man not a mafia, not a gangster, not a CEO, but a man capable enough to take care of his responsibilities... and of the woman he loves. A man who doesn't shout his strength shows it quietly, through care.

If you believe in emotional touch more than physical touch, if you love the kind of affection that speaks through eyes and silence, then this story is for you.

Give this book a chance I promise you'll feel something gentle yet powerful.