⚠️⚠️Mention of rape, death and tears ⚠️⚠️
THEM
They had been together since high school, inseparable from the moment they met.
Akayda, the rich and elegant daughter of a wealthy family, had everything, money, power, and a future paved with luxury.
And Rohan? He had nothing but her.
Her parents disapproved from the moment they learned about him.
So did her elder brother, who was protective to the point of being cruel.
But none of it mattered to Akayda. When she completed her studies and secured a job, she finally found the courage to face her parents.
She confessed her love for Rohan.
But they were furious.
They threatened her.
Her father slapped her, and her brother warned her, saying Rohan could never give her the life she deserved.
But Akayda didn’t care.
That night, she left her mansion, walking out of the life of glamour and gold without looking back.
No calls.
No goodbyes.
She left a letter on her bed, telling them:
“Don’t search for me. I’ve already found my home.”
When she showed up at Rohan’s doorstep, he was furious.
"What have you done, Akayda?" he asked, his voice shaking with disbelief.
"You left everything… for me?"
But she just cupped his face gently, smiling through her tears.
"I don’t need gold or diamonds," she whispered, "I only need you."
That night, she gave up her entire world for him.
And from that moment on, they built their own world, small, simple, and filled with love.
TWO YEARS LATERS
DAY 1 – THE BEGINNING
The morning sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the small apartment.
The faint aroma of coffee and vanilla filled the air, blending with the soft hum of a distant song playing on the radio.
In the kitchen, Akayda stood barefoot, wearing nothing but Rohan's oversized shirt, her slender frame swallowed by its fabric.
The sleeves hung loosely over her delicate hands as she stirred the coffee.
Her long, wavy hair was slightly messy, falling over her shoulders, and her bare legs peeked out from under the shirt.
She looked like a dream, so effortlessly beautiful, it made Rohan's chest tighten with adoration.
He leaned against the doorframe, watching her silently, memorizing her every move.
The way she brushed her hair back, the way she tilted her head slightly while tasting the coffee.
"You’re staring," she teased softly, glancing at him over her shoulder.
He smiled faintly, walking toward her.
Without saying a word, he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, pressing a soft kiss to her neck.
