She is the heiress with a quiet ache. He is her bodyguard turned husband, bound by duty before desire. -- In a home of quiet prayer and unspoken devotion, Eva and Malik live together as husband and wife. He never calls her by name. She rarely asks for anything. But when the storm comes, it threatens not their love, but the silence between them. Through the quiet rhythm of prayer, chai, and whispered Qur'anic verses, they will learn to rewrite what it means to love-and be loved in return. When the quiet is cracked, will love be enough to protect them in the downpour? -- A poetry-prose collection. Not a love story, but a story about love.

A marriage that began as a contract but is now their life. Terms that are bound in ink but seep into every breath and gaze. Miya Morikawa may be a mathematics professor, but even she cannot solve the equation of them. Not when she cannot understand their beginning nor their present. All she knows is they are married, and she is tired. Sergei Morozov may write his world in terms and conditions, but this is the one paper he knows he should regret signing, but does not. All he knows is there are two in his house, and only one in his heart. --- This is a love story between the moon and the flower. A short love story, for words cannot capture the tale of the two. And there is only the ending where the two stay not out of obligation, but out of choice.