author___delina0602
"A story of soft healing, reluctant beginnings, and love that asks for nothing but presence."
She was married off like a transaction-bride, contract, silence.
He took her hand not out of love, but out of necessity. And yet...
Every night, he watched her fall asleep on his bed,
And every morning, he made her breakfast she could stomach.
Avanshi Singh Chuahan-Veyron doesn't eat more than three spoonfuls.
Not because she doesn't want to-because her body learned long ago not to need.
She speaks rarely, touches sparingly, and fears loudly in the quietest ways.
But he never asked her to change.
Instead, he made her puree. Soft meals. Silence where needed. Salt only if she allowed it.
Aurlien Veyron builds aircrafts, speaks in clipped French-English, and never lets his gaze waver when she enters the room draped in six yards of grace. He touches only when necessary, protects even when she won't ask, and kneels-not in power, but in reverence.
This is not a story of grand gestures.
It is a story of soft ones.
Of a husband adjusting the pleats of a saree,
Of anklets that chime every time she walks past him,
Of a man falling harder with every unfinished sentence she whispers.
And of a woman slowly realising...
that healing may be quiet,
but love-true love-is quieter still.