So This is Love

Mon, 13 Jul 2026 18:40:58 +0000

Kabir Gill, the COO of a powerful London-based multinational, had turned his back on a life built on ancestral land and family pride, not because he wanted to, but because he had to. Distance was his refuge. This city, this country, this skyline of steel and glass, all of it helped him forget the one memory that still haunted the soil he once called home. So he buried himself beneath meetings, boardrooms, numbers… and silence.

And then there was Meher Kaur Sandhu, sunshine wrapped in simplicity. A girl whose only dream was to fly high enough to rescue her family from the weight of their debts. To study. To work. To earn. To give her father back his dignity.

Two different skies. One storm-written destiny.

He considers Meher responsible for one unfinished page of his past, but the poor girl is completely unaware of this burden.

She knew his past. She knew the damage. She knew the shadows he carried and still, fate tied them together in a marriage neither of them had chosen, yet both of them slowly began to breathe inside.

Until the day everything cracked.

That evening, the house was too quiet.
Kabir unlocked the door, and for the first time in months, there was no soft laughter echoing down the hallway, no quick footsteps rushing to greet him, no bright voice filling the air with careless chatter. Only… silence. Heavy. Unsettling. Wrong.
“Meher?”
His voice echoed.
He found her in the kitchen, standing absolutely still in front of the burning stove. Her eyes were fixed on the dancing flame, unblinking. Unmoving. As if she had turned to stone.
“Meher… what happened?” He stepped closer cautiously, as if afraid she might shatter.
She didn’t look at him.
“I want a divorce.”
Four words. Softly spoken. Brutally final.
For a second, his breath stopped. The world tilted. The firelight flickered across her face and across the walls but inside him, everything went dark.
This was the woman who had unknowingly stitched life back into his broken heart. The girl who had made him remember how to smile, how to exist again. And now… she wanted to leave.
“I won’t stay here,” her voice steady while her heart bled with his just one word that was eating her from inside that she now wanted to go away from here and him because if she won't then she might lose herself too as she had already lost him or maybe he was never hers but just an illusion she was living into.
She continued, “I don’t want your money. I don’t want alimony. I don’t even want UK citizenship. I just… want to go home.”
She finally looked up straight into his eyes.
And Kabir felt it. Something inside him break.
But his face… remained calm. Expressionless. Controlled. Only his eyes betrayed the storm rising within.
“You want a divorce,” he repeated quietly as if tasting the words. As if each syllable cut into him.
“Yes.” Her fingers trembled but she didn’t let them show.
“Fine,” he said, almost too gently. “Let’s go to the room and discuss the clauses and terms.” And that shattered her already broken heart into countless pieces.
He took her hand.
She instantly pulled free. “Kabir, I said I don’t want anything from you. Please. Just… don’t make this harder.”
He turned back to her, slow, unreadable and before she could step away, the ground seemed to vanish from beneath her.
She gasped.
She was suddenly hoisted over his shoulder, the world tilting upside-down. Her hair fell like a curtain around her face.
“Kabir! What are you doing? Put me down this instant!” Her voice shook with anger, confusion, fear… and something else she couldn’t name.
He didn’t say a word.
And then…. that sharp jolt of spank. Her voice vanished. Her body stilled, stunned.
His voice came low. Controlled. Unyielding. “You want a divorce, right? Then we’ll discuss it properly.” A pause. “On the bed.”
The words weren’t playful. They weren’t teasing. They were heavy like a promise… or a threat he didn’t yet understand himself.
He carried her down the hallway, his grip firm but never cruel, every step echoing the battle inside his chest. Meher squeezed her eyes shut, fighting the tears burning behind them.
He set her down on the silk sheets, hands lingering on her hips before releasing. Rising slowly, eyes locked on hers, he undid his shirt buttons with deliberate laziness, revealing taut muscle and warm skin. His jaw ticked with restraint.
Meher’s breath hitched, lips parting on a soft gasp, cheeks flushing as she bit her lower lip, eyes wide in confusion and desire that she was trying to bury but his perfect toned chest peeking through the open buttons are not helping her to bury it again.
Kabir leaned in, his heat brushing her skin, breath teasing her neck. “So… you want a divorce,” he murmured, smirking faintly. “Perfect. Let’s discuss it properly.”
Another button slipped free.
“Face-to-face.”
He hovered close, chest grazing hers with every breath, scent enveloping her.
Meher whimpered softly, “Kabir!” back arching toward him, fingers clutching the sheets.
His voice dropped, rough with promise: “And… skin-to-skin.”

||A/N: This book will become paid after a certain number of chapters.||