InkHeartedAshvi
They called it a kidnapping.
But cages don't always come with chains
sometimes, they're velvet-lined,
draped in silence, and locked with a glance.
Aarohi Kapoor had lived her life behind walls,
walls built not by bricks,
but by whispers, neglect, and names that didn't feel like hers.
She wasn't meant to be noticed.
She wasn't meant to matter.
And yet, one night, someone saw her.
And stole her away.
Devansh Raichand didn't believe in love.
He believed in vengeance.
In justice served in silence.
In dragging evil into the light,
even if he had to walk through hell barefoot to do it.
He never meant to feel anything for her.
But she looked at him like he wasn't built from broken pieces.
And that... was his undoing.
Now, the lines between captor and protector blur.
Between lies and half-truths,
between the past and the pulse in his chest ~
a pulse that only seems to beat when she's nearby.
This isn't a love story.
Not the kind they write poems about.
This is a story of cages ~
some we escape from,
and some...we choose to stay in willingly.