INTRODUCTION
All Rights Reserved (Especially My Heart)
Before we begin, a small warning :
This story is copyrighted. Not just the words, not just the plot, but the feelings too. Yes, all rights are reserved. Which means you are not allowed to steal glances at the characters without permission... although I suspect you will anyway.
This book, like love, comes with certain conditions:
✓ No unauthorized reproduction (of kisses, confessions, or heartbreaks)
✓ No distribution (of secrets whispered at 2 a.m.)
✓ And absolutely no skipping ahead-because slow burn means you earn every moment.
Consider this your legal notice:
If you proceed, you agree to feel things.Unexpected things. Inconvenient things.
The kind that linger long after you've closed the chapter. And just like any fine print you never read , this is where everything important is hidden.
Because love stories aren't about grand beginnings. They're about almosts. Almost touches. Almost confessions. Almost courage.
So here it is , My unofficial disclaimer:
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Side effects may include butterflies, frustration, and emotional damage.
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Characters may take their sweet time falling in love (and you will suffer with them).
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And most importantly...nothing here happens quickly. After all, the best stories don't rush. They simmer. And this one? This one burns slow.
So take a deep breath, turn the page,
and remember,
you've been warned.
All rights reserved... except the right to fall in love with this story.
Ps. Seriously though...
This book is a work of imagination, effort, and countless unseen hours of creation. Every word, every character, every twist and emotion belongs to the author. It is protected under copyright law, which means that all rights are reserved. No part of this book may be copied, reproduced, distributed, translated, or adapted in any form - whether
digital or physical ,
without prior permission from the author.
This includes posting excerpts on other platforms, creating derivative works, or using any portion of the content for personal or commercial purposes beyond what is permitted by the platform.
By continuing to read, you agree to respect the author's rights and the integrity of this work. Now that we understand the boundaries, let's begin the journey.
I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it .
Happy reading !
"They didn't marry for love... but for survival."
Aayansh Singhania
- a billionaire CEO known for his quiet power and unwavering composure. Respectful. Reserved. Untouchable.
Five years ago, he lost the only woman he ever loved. While the world moved on,
he didn't.
Her absence didn't fade , instead - it settled into his bones, into every silent breath he took.
Two years of drowning in depression left cracks not only in him, but in his relationship with a family that had always despised the woman he couldn't forget.
Even now, after five years... his heart still aches for her. Still waits for her.
Still belongs to her.
Anvi Sharma
- soft-hearted, fragile in ways the world never bothered to understand. Once, she loved too. And that love destroyed her in ways words fail to describe. When she needed her family the most, they turned their backs on her , leaving her to pick up the shattered pieces alone in a city that never felt like home.
One ordinary evening,
under a red traffic light,
everything came to a halt.
The world moved.
She didn't.
And when the light turned green , she stepped forward, ready to end a life that had already been broken beyond repair.
Until a car stopped.
And so did fate.
When she woke up in a hospital bed , she found a stranger watching her like he understood something no one else ever did.
"Don't end your life"
he said.
She laughed - empty, hollow.
"Why not? "
she asked.
" Will you marry me then? "
A pause.
A question.
" Can you survive a
loveless marriage? "
And just like that, two strangers, bound by
pain
rather than love, became husband and wife in a single day.
When two broken souls collide ,
will they
heal
each other...
or
shatter beyond repair?
See you in the next chapter.
👋
