Prologue

Chaos in His Scent
“Some bonds are written in blood.
Ours was carved in scent, silence, and storm.”

Athrav Singh Chauhan has always hated the smell of vanilla.
Too sugary. Not hard enough. Too... disarming.
When he first saw it on Shaurya Sharma, he was thirteen and already taller than most grown men. Shaurya was nine years old and standing in the middle of a rose garden on the Sharma estate. His hair was messy, his voice was loud, and his cheeks were stained with jam that he didn't want to apologize for. And he had the nerve to stare at Athrav like he was the king of the world in sneakers covered in glitter.
And that smell—sweet and spicy. Like a secret, it's warm.
It clung to Athrav's senses like a sin he didn't know how to deal with.
He didn't know then that it would follow him for years.
Follow him around in boardrooms. Keep him busy at events.
Like a quiet war, it lingers in his blood.

Shaurya Sharma had never liked cedarwood's aroma.
Too heavy. Too proud. Too......Alpha.
It was in the backseat of a fancy car following a family get-together when he first realised it was his. That smell had hit him like a punch to the chest after Athrav had leaned in to buckle him in. He was too close, too quiet, and too calm.
He felt uneasy about it. Shaurya also detested feeling anxious.
He was unaware at the time that his curse would be Athrav's scent.
That it would follow him through airport lounges and design studios.
That one day he would wake up in the middle of a hot night, his bed soaked in slick, his throat dry, and he would be aching for it.

They were born into a tradition.
Brought up with the burden of previous commitments, rules, and expectations.
And the relationship started to change somewhere between adult silences and childhood taunts.
Not with love.
Not in a romantic way.
But with recognition, which is far more dangerous.

Two bloodlines. One promise. and a heat cycle that is indifferent to timing.
It had been months since they had last seen one another.
Not since Shaurya "accidentally" spilled champagne on Athrav's imported Italian tuxedo during the fashion awards.
Not since Athrav's sly smile had coiled like a ghostly touch around Shaurya's back.
But now, more strongly than ever, the scent is coming back.
The bond is awakening.
Additionally, once scent remembers in the world of Alphas and Omegas,
Nothing remains unaltered.

🖤 This is not a love story.
This is a collision course between pride and instinct.
Between silk and steel.
Between the Alpha who won’t give in—
And the Omega who refuses to be caught.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Thank you for reading the beginning of my story.
If you’re still here after all that scent-soaked drama — congratulations, we’re now emotionally entangled.
I’m a new author, figuring it out as I go.
There will be chaos. There will be eyeliner. There might even be plot.
Stick around?
— NAYANAGNI