He came back to the place he once called home, Expecting old streets, familiar faces, But not her -The quiet girl wrapped in tradition, Who had always been there, But never quite seen. They'd met, they'd spoken, She was just Tanvika -Soft-spoken, reserved, The kind he never pictured beside him. Not loud, not wild, Not the kind he dated... or desired. But love isn't always thunder. Sometimes, it's a whisper. A glance that lingers.A silence that speaks. And in that silence, Between what's expected and what's felt, He finds her. Not his type. Not his plan. But maybe... his PERFECT kind of WrOnG!!