More Than A Heatbeat
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Last published Tue, Jun 16, 2026
Book 2 of the More Than Series
"He was her father's pride. She was his greatest chaos."
Captain Zairaan Raina has spent his entire life living by three things: duty, discipline, and honor.
An IMA topper.
A decorated young Army officer.
The son of a martyr.
The officer Colonel Rudraksh Singh Rathore trusts the most.
In short, he's everything twenty-four-year-old Zairaan is supposed to be.
Unfortunately for him...
He keeps crossing paths with Yukti Singh Rathore.
Sixteen years old.
Class XI.
Professional troublemaker.
Part-time menace.
Full-time papa ki princess.
Yukti has spent years listening to everyone praise Captain Zairaan Raina.
"Learn something from Zairaan."
"Look at Zairaan."
"Why can't you be more like Zairaan?"
At this point, she's convinced her father secretly wants to adopt him.
And if Captain Perfect thinks he's going to survive Dehradun Cantonment without suffering for it...
He's about to be very disappointed.
Between relentless pranks, family gatherings, army friendships, chaotic best friends, and a battalion-sized found family that refuses to mind its own business, Zairaan quickly discovers that military training never prepared him for Yukti Rathore.
Because she isn't a mission.
She's a disaster.
A beautiful, infuriating, impossible disaster.
But somewhere between stolen smiles, late-night conversations, growing up, and finding home in the most unexpected person...
The line between annoyance and affection begins to blur.
And what starts as chaos slowly becomes something neither of them saw coming.
A heartbeat.
A home.
A forever.♾️
✨ A heartwarming slow-burn romance filled with family chaos, army life, friendship, laughter, first love, protective heroes, found family, and a heroine determined to drive the hero absolutely insane.
Because some heartbeats are loud.
Others change your entire world. 🤍
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