Yashasvi was lost in a deep, heavy sleep, far away from the chaos outside until her phone began ringing, slicing through the silence.
With a groan, she forced her eyes open and stretched her hand blindly across the bed, fingers fumbling until they wrapped around her phone.
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She forgets their story. He chooses it again. Every time her memories fade, he patiently rebuilds the world she once loved. A touch, a smile, a feeling she can't name but always leans toward. It's not a grand romance. It's a quiet one, stitched with patience, hope, and all the love he never stops giving. Because some hearts don't need memories to find their way back. Some hearts remember... even when the mind doesn't. "Because for us... 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫! "
#2 in Fragments and Flames series When buried truths begin to surface, nothing remains untouched. What was once hidden behind fractured memories and broken trust starts to unravel piece by piece. The foundation built on silence begins to collapse, and with it, every belief that once felt real. But truth does not arrive gently...it arrives like destruction.
He never believed in love. He believed in control. Raina Suri was supposed to be another game. Avyukt Zareth became her anchor, made her fall for him, and then shattered her with the truth... or what he wanted her to believe was the truth. To him, her heartbreak was just another victory. Until she left. Five years later, Avyukt had everything except the one thing he had never known he needed. When he finally found Raina, she was no longer the girl who had once loved him. She had moved on, and this time, she wanted nothing to do with him. But five years had taught Avyukt the difference between having someone's attention and having their heart. He had ruined her love. Now, he had to face the consequences of becoming obsessed with the woman he had once treated like a game.
Book 1 in the 'Petals & Promises' series Can be read as standalone I never dreamed of big things, not luxury, not miracles. Just a life where I could breathe without fear, and love without counting the cost. In our small town, where the streets are dusty and dreams are expensive, I met 𝐀𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧-the quiet boy with tired eyes and hands rough from work, who somehow became the calm my life had been aching for. We had nothing, not money, not a future guaranteed. But in a cramped room with peeling paint and a stubborn fan, we built something people with mansions still search for- 𝗮 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝗲, 𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗲. This is the story of us. The present we're living, the past I keep remembering, and the quiet miracles that grew between two people who had almost nothing... Except each other.
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