From Vows To Love

D I S C L A I M E R.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

~The story contains mature themes, including elements of sexual themes which may not be suitable for all readers.

~all together the story can be read by people above 14 but some scenes are advisable for under 18 to skip.

~ No hate should be thrown to any of the character, any offensive comments of your will lead me to block you.

~Please don't judge the story before it's even completed.

.C O P Y R I G H T.

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𝐂 𝐇 𝐀 𝐑 𝐀 𝐂 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒 :

𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖

~25

~a resident doctor

~My soul is weary but I won't let it defeat me.

♡

𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐍 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐑

~29

~CEO of Valor & Co.

~I measure success in numbers, not in feelings-I leave emotions at the door.

𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐲:

"I wasn't ready for you but there was you and there was I and here we are,

And somewhere in between you became my favourite accident"

𝐑𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐧:

"I wasn't searching for you, but somehow, you became the only thing I ever wanted to find."

𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐲

"I'm in a mess of warm chaos but I won't let you see it in my eyes, I smile every time but I won't let you see the sadness behind them ,it's pathetic"

𝐑𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐧:

"Your chaos doesn't frighten me; it draws me in. you wear a smile that dances like sunlight through shadows, but know this, my love: I see beyond the facade. Behind those shimmering eyes lies a world of storms, and it's not pathetic, it's beautifully human. Let me be your anchor in this tempest; let me cradle your sadness and transform it into something radiant. Even when you feel lost, I'll be right here, holding you tight."

♡

.𝐁 𝐋 𝐔 𝐑 𝐁.

Rowan, am I really the worst?" she asked, her voice breaking as tears welled up in her eyes, making my heart race with an almost unbearable ache.

"No, you're the best," I whispered, the words coming out without hesitation.

"Am I ugly?"

"Never," I said, my voice soft but firm. "Even the word 'beautiful' feels inadequate when it comes to you."

"Am I cruel?"

"You're the most compassionate woman I've ever known," I answered, my gaze locking with hers. "When I look at you, I'm reminded that kindness and humanity still exist in this world."

"Do I not deserve to be happy?"

"You deserve every bit of happiness this world has to offer, and I swear I'll do everything to bring it to you."

"Am I not loveable?"

"Let me answer that in other way"

With that, I crashed my lips on hers. She clung to me, her eyes fluttering shut, but there was no resistance, only trust. I deepened the kiss, savoring the softness of her lips, tasting the salt of her tears as I let my tongue trace over them. Every moment, every touch was my answer, more truthful than words ever could be.

When I finally pulled away, I rested my forehead against hers, our breaths mingling in the quiet space between us.

"Let me tell you something, darling,"

I whispered, my voice low but filled with everything I'd ever wanted to say.

"I've never felt the way I feel with you and I never will. You are the most precious thing in this world to me. I would perish for you again and again, without a second thought. You're my light in the darkness, the first drop of rain for my quenched soul, my solace when everything feels lost, When the world feels empty, you are my refuge, my calm amidst the storm. You are not just my happiness, you are the very

heartbeat that brings me back to life when everything else fades away."

I looked into her eyes, my heart laid bare.

"I love you," I whispered, and then I kissed her again, pouring all the love I had into that moment.