[COMPLETED] ❝ 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒓, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒘𝒏.​❜❜ He is her everything, but when his country calls, he must leave her behind. She stays, waiting by the phone, replaying his laughter in empty rooms, and holding on to the warmth of memories that never fade. Across the miles, his letters and calls become her lifeline, while his thoughts of her keep him steady amid the uncertainty of war. He was my home, my safest place, my always. And no matter where life takes us, one thing remains true- I'm still waiting for him. Note: This entire story would take thirty minutes for you to read and I promise, it is worth it especially today when every corner of the world is in war.

Madhuri, a child of the village yet belonging to the wild, speaks to the trees, the rivers, and to anyone who will listen-yet fate brings her to a man who will not speak at all. He calls himself Raghav, though his name was once spoken with reverence in the halls of a kingdom now stolen from him. A prince betrayed, left for dead, and burning with the weight of vengeance. Silence is his armor, and solitude his refuge-until he collapses, wounded and fevered, at the edge of her world. Madhuri finds him in the forest, broken and half-conscious, his past hidden behind layers of blood and grime. She should leave him there, let the jungle swallow him whole. But something in his silence calls to her, something restless, something angry, something unbearably alone. And so, she does what she always does-she speaks. She scolds and soothes, fills the quiet with stories and questions he refuses to answer. He is an enigma, a storm held in check, but as she tends to him, she begins to wonder: has she rescued a lost man, or invited danger into her home?