She wanted certainty. He became her safest addiction.
Aadhira Rajput has spent years believing that love is a distraction she can afford neither emotionally nor professionally. A celebrated lawyer with a razor-sharp tongue and an even sharper mind, she's built her life on logic, ambition, and carefully guarded walls. After one unfinished chapter with Reyansh Rastogi, she promises herself that if she ever marries, it will never be because of butterflies-it will be because of peace.
Then enters Vivaan Singh Rathore.
The country's most eligible CEO is nothing like the ruthless businessman she expected. He's polite, impossibly patient, remembers the smallest details, and has an irritating habit of making her blush without even trying. He never chases. Never demands. Never overwhelms. He simply stays... until she finds herself looking for him in every room.
She mistakes his quietness for innocence.
She's wrong.
Because the man who speaks softly in boardrooms is the same man whose friends would follow him into a storm. The man who blushes when she teases him is also the one whose single glance can leave her speechless. Beneath his calm smile lies a fiercely protective heart, a dangerously observant mind, and a possessiveness that appears only for the people he calls his own.
Their arranged marriage begins with family approvals.
It survives on stolen glances.
It grows through shared coffee, endless road trips, whispered conversations, jealous smiles, accidental touches, and a thousand little moments that slowly blur the line between comfort and craving.
Some love stories begin with fireworks.
Theirs begins with certainty...
...and slowly burns into something impossible to walk away from.
Sometimes home isn't a place.
Sometimes... it's a person.
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