A Simulation Forever by Shreya at Inkitt

Summary

"I don't do simulations, Shreya. I don't do easy." Shreya was a hollow shell of a woman. Betrayed by her partner and cast out by her family, the law graduate stood in front of seven terrorist rifles at an airport terminal, praying for a bullet to finally end her misery. Instead, she got him. A dangerous, rugged, "Hot AF" National Security Guard (NSG) Black Cat commando who drops from the ceiling like a god of war. He saves her, wraps her in his oversized hoodie, and brings her into his sterile, high-rise apartment. He calls it a safe zone. She calls it a temporary holding cell. But between "flat white, no sugar" mornings and the spicy scent of her home-cooked gravy, the elite soldier breaks his own rules. For a man who lives in a world of strict tactical calculations, Shreya becomes the only variable he’s willing to die for. She writes stories to simulate what it feels like to be loved; he vows to show her the heavy, real-world truth of it. They fall hard. They fall completely. But Shreya has a secret. The airport wasn't an accident. The seven men weren't strangers. And the beautiful, sharp-witted woman who rolled chapatis in his kitchen is actually the most dangerous threat to his entire unit. On the morning of his deployment, a sacred mark of forever is traced into her hair—seconds before the cold steel of a service weapon is pressed under her jaw. Can a bond built on a beautiful lie survive the ultimate crossfire? Or are some hearts just meant to be collateral damage?

Genre: Romance

Author: Shreya

Status: Complete

Chapters: 5

Rating: n/a

Age Rating: 18+

The Martyr's Smile

The air in the terminal tasted like cordite, ozone, and pure, unfiltered terror.

I stood dead center in the indoor play area, a slim, solitary figure acting as a human shield for fifty screaming children. Seven rifle barrels were leveled directly at my chest, the steel cold and unblinking. But I didn’t blink either. Why would I?

My “fiancé” had already hollowed me out, stripping away my dignity and leaving me as nothing more than a used afterthought. My family had washed their hands of me. I had a law degree, zero cash, and absolutely no place to live. Standing in front of those guns wasn’t just a reflex; it was a prayer. I had saved those kids hoping the bullets would finish the job my life had started.

Then, the ceiling exploded.

Flashbangs turned the world blindingly white, and through the smoke came a god of war. He was all black Kevlar, charcoal smears across high cheekbones, and eyes that cut through the chaos like lasers. An NSG Black Cat commando. He moved with a lethal, predatory grace that made the air turn static. Within ninety seconds, the seven barrels targeting me were neutralized. The threat was gone.

But instead of checking the perimeter, he blew right past his team and stopped dead in front of me.

“Can you walk?" his voice was a low, grounding rumble that vibrated right through my ribcage.

I looked up at his rugged, “HOT AF” face, my natural pink lips curling into a cold, distant smile. “I wasn’t planning on it."

His jaw clenched. Without asking for permission, his large, scarred hands lifted me into his arms, pulling my bruised body against the rigid armor of his chest. I passed out against his shoulder, letting the darkness take me.