'𝙄𝙨𝙝𝙦 𝙟𝙪𝙣𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙟𝙖𝙗 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙙𝙝 𝙟𝙖𝙮𝙚, 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙦 𝙨𝙪𝙡𝙞 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙝 𝙟𝙖𝙮𝙚' After crossing the first phase of love, they now stand at the edge of a new journey-one that will test their hearts and devotion in ways they never imagined. "Like the moon awaits the sun after a long night, her heart held onto his light through every shadow and silence."

Darkness is the purest form of Light

⋆𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ~𝐀 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𓂃 ࣪˖ ;༊ To those who love~ ❝She hated noises....so he calmed down his own breathe❞ kinda trope. ──────·୨ৎ·────── ★𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐑 𝐊𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐀 -𝒷𝒾𝓀ℯ𝓇𝒷ℴ𝓎 Abir Khurana belonging to a very rich family, was never a spoiled brat...he only loved two things in his life His bike. His Mom. He had a very calm personality, and only one childhood friend, Naksh. He always tried to keep himself away from people and people away from him, knowing that his life is complicated he didn't wanted to get attached to anyone and then hurt them in the end. Until the day she fell on him.. though that day he catched her in his arms but wasn't able to catch his own heart. He was just like the song 'itna na mujhse tu pyaar badha ki mai ek badal awara kaise kisi ka sahara banu ki mai kudh Ghar bechara...". 🧸 ★𝐀𝐀𝐃𝐘𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀 -𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵 Aadya was a very cheerful and clumsy girl who believed in spreading love whenever she wherever she went. Her life was just like a fairytale... atleast she took it like that. She believed in enjoying every moment caring less about the number of times she hurted herself while trying to heal others. She never thought that love is so slippery that she will fall for Her Senior the moment he saved her from falling down. She believed in the lines "Isliye tujhse mai pyaar kru ki tu ek badal awara Janam janam se hu sath tere hai naam Mera jal ki dhara..." 𝐀𝐁𝚰𝐑 💌 𝐇𝚰𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝚰── ·★

No one truly knows what their destiny holds, right? I was just as unaware until I discovered my own. My wife was once a crush of mine-someone I thought I'd never encounter again. Yet here we are, in the same room. She is my wife, and I am her husband. She has changed; she is no longer the soft, fragile person I used to know. Now, she is bold and independent. Her heart feels like it is caged, kept hidden so that no one can read her like an open book. I am Agastya Singhania, her husband, and she is Sanaya Agastya Singhania. We are like two different poles, each with our own distinct personalities.