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πππππππ πππππ, soft like monsoon rain - gentle but impossible to ignore. Graceful in her silence, resilient in her softness. Her smile blooms like dawn, even with a heart stitched from storms. She speaks in warmth, forgives like fireflies forgive the night, and still dares to believe in love. Anvesha is poetry in motion - fragile only in appearance, fierce in the soul. She is the kind of calm that heals what noise cannot.
πππππππππ πππππ , a quiet storm - composed, unreadable, with eyes that echo unspoken wars. Strength cloaks him like shadows at dusk, calm but never cold. His love isn't loud, but once given, it consumes - fierce and unwavering. He walks like a man carved from silence, yet his presence roars. Beneath the sharp edges lies a soul that once burned for love, still smoldering, still waiting to be seen again.
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They were never written in the same sentence, yet destiny kept placing commas where it could've ended.
He was silence wrapped in steel; she was softness stitched with storms.
And somewhere between broken hearts and borrowed time,
they found a kind of love that didn't arrive loudly-
it lingered like a secret prayer,
echoed like a familiar song,
and stayed like a home neither of them knew they were searching for.
But not every love story is written in ink.
Some are carved in scars.
And theirs?
The world will have to bleed a little to read it.
Join the journey of Anvesha and Rudraansh in my book, πππππ-ππ πππ¬ πππ¬ππ’π§ππ!