A loud shriek of past trauma echoed through the corridors of Aryan's home as he rushed towards the room ,heart pounding fearing what he might find .there he find anjali,rocking herslf back an forth and mumbling something and crying hysterically.his eyes cant see her in this state. He tried to calm her, but she pushed him away, refusing his touch.then a voice called him from behind "Aryan"he turned and saw his little brother Aahan ,and Anjali's bestfrind Arushi standing on the doorstep having tears in thier eyes .
As arushi came and patted his shoulder and said"You go for now-"her words were cut off in the middle "No, no, I can't leave Anjali in this condition, no, no."he was continously saying no when Aahan pulled Aryan into a tight hug, pleading, "Big bro, please." "Aryan met his brother's gaze, emotions swirling. He nodded and stepped out of the room. Looking back, he saw Anjali in her vulnerable state, hiccuping in Arushi's arms. Arushi whispered soothing words, trying to calm her.
Later, as Anjali slipped into a deep slumber, Arushi tucked her into bed and kissed her forehead. Outside, both brothers paced anxiously. When Arushi approached, they asked, "How is she now?" She replied, "She has fallen asleep." a relief washed over them.
"Anjali, I promise—I'll never let anything harm you. It has to go through me first," Aryan vowed, his piercing gaze fixed on the moon.
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Romance"Drenched Hearts" Anjali, a passionate poetess, and Aryan, the son of a renowned businessman, crossed paths at an art exhibition. Their first encounter was accidental-a splash of ink from Anjali's hand stained Aryan's shirt. But fate had other plans...
