by Varsha R.S
She’s a messy spellcaster with a thread stash that rebels nightly. He’s a sword-wielding stranger who cooks porridge like it’s a love language. When Ivy wakes to a clean attic and ginger rice, she suspects either divine intervention or a very practical ghost. But the truth is stranger—and quieter. Together, they stitch spells, share soup dreams, and accidentally open portals stitched with emotion. As Ivy’s magic flickers and Tieran’s past looms, the attic becomes a sanctuary of warmth, sarcasm, and slow-burning tension. But when a trip to the market turns into a forest detour, and old tools threaten new magic, Ivy must decide: can comfort and chaos coexist? Or will the thread unravel before the spell is cast?
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