#Book 1 of HIS Series
Started On : August 2024
Completed On : [ONGOING]
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"When scars run deep, can love heal?
Meet two broken souls, hiding their agony behind masked smiles.
She has suffered unimaginable pain at the hands of someone she trusted.
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Everything-literally everything-is going fine now. No drama. No hatred. No complications.
Strange, right? Too strange.
In these past three weeks, I've been attending therapy-trying to free myself from the clutches of those hellish nightmares. The ones about them. No, not just one person. People. The same people who turned my life into something unrecognisable.
And in these weeks... I haven't seen her. Vanshika.
Haven't spoken a single word. Haven't come across her shadow. And yet, somehow... I find myself missing her.
Ridiculous, isn't it?
But maybe-not entirely.
Because somewhere in the middle of these silent days, I discovered something. I care for her.
Not in the typical, romantic, fluttery way people often assume. No. It's deeper. Sharper. Almost painful.
Maybe it's because we both carry bruises that no one else can see. Maybe it's because we both know what it's like-to be shattered by the people we trusted the most.
A soft notification blinked on my laptop screen, pulling me out of my spiraling thoughts. I'm in my study, going through an email from one of my employees. It's 2:00 PM. Everyone else at home is probably having lunch.
Not me. I'm not hungry. My appetite has been erratic lately, anyway.
Suddenly, there's a faint knock on the door. I glance up. Mom.
She's standing there with that warm smile-the kind of smile that always feels like a blanket on a cold night. I swear, mothers are the only people in this world who feel like home.
"Yeah, Mom?" I ask, stepping closer.
She hesitates. Uh-oh. That's never a good sign.
"I wanted to talk to you about something," she says softly.
I narrow my eyes. "Hmm?"
"Beta... the family's been thinking. We want you to get married. To... Janaki. Khurana ji's daughter."
My breath catches for a second.
"What?" My voice sharpens. "Mom, I've already told you-I'm not marrying anyone until I find my kind of girl. The one I can live with, not just adjust to."
"I know, I know," she says, holding up her hands in defence. "But you're 27 now. And everyone's beginning to talk. Even your Dadu is getting involved."
"Oh really? Then why not ask Bhai first? He's older."
