#2 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 To all the people who thought no one could read their masked emotions. .⋆｡⋆˚｡⋆｡˚｡⋆. .⋆｡⋆˚｡⋆｡˚｡⋆. "GET. THE. FUCK. OUT. OF. MY. HOUSE." The heavy voice of Abhishek Malhotra echoed in the room, and I flinched but didn't let it come to notice. I whispered, "Do you know what is the biggest regret of my life is?" "Falling for a sadistic bastard like you." And I left." .⋆｡⋆˚｡⋆｡˚｡⋆. .⋆｡⋆˚｡⋆｡˚｡⋆. Ps- Read the extended Prologue from below.

𝙋𝙇𝙊𝙏 𝙋𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙇𝙔 𝘽𝘼𝙎𝙀𝘿 𝙊𝙉 𝘼𝙐𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙍'𝙎 𝙄𝙈𝘼𝙂𝙄𝙉𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉. 𝐀𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈, 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. 𝐑𝐔𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇 𝐌𝐄𝐇𝐑𝐀 , 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. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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, 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄-𝐈𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝!