Book 2 of "THE HEART Series" ˏ⸉ˋ‿̩͙‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙Prayer Of The Heart‿̩̥̩‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ˊ⸊ˎ She sat perfectly still in front of the mirror, dressed in a heavy red bridal lehenga that felt like it was weighing down her entire chest. Her reflection looked like every bride a family dreams of. But none of it felt like hers. The silence broke with the soft click of the door. Her best friend walked in. She looked beautiful but her usual spark was missing, and her smile looked forced. "Everyone's calling you downstairs. The baraat has arrived," she said gently. She turned her face slightly but didn't get up. She blinked back the sting behind her eyes. "I'm sorry, isho... You should've been the one standing here, not me." "Stop. Don't say that," she whispered. "Nothing is your fault. Life just... turned wrong somewhere." "I never wanted to take this place from you. But fate... fate made a joke out of both of us." "It doesn't matter anymore. You have to be strong now. At least try." There was a pause. "Did he... he pick up? Did he answer?" "No." A rush of emotions rose inside her, she tried to name it anger, tried to name it resentment. But the truth stung sharper: she could never really hate him. She whispered, "Let's go before I lose whatever courage I have left." »»--⍟--«« She never believed in love, not when her own family turned into strangers wearing the mask of blood. Surrounded by betrayal, the only thing she learned was suspicion. And when her brother's best friend walked into her life, she was certain he was just another shadow waiting to hurt her. But he wasn't. He was steady where others were cruel, silent where others lied. Still, her heart refused to trust him, until the day the walls she built began to crack. In a world where loyalty cuts deeper than knives and love feels like the most dangerous risk of all, can two broken souls find something worth holding onto? Or will their story remain nothing more than a prayer whispe

Book 1 of "THE HEART Series" *＊✿❀○❀✿＊* ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Prayed From The Heart *＊✿❀○❀✿＊* He jerked away, voice rising. "Don't start?! YOU started it! Running away! Calling my sister! Telling the police?! And still... still, I tried. I forgave. I brought you dinner, made you dance... and you still look at me like I'm a monster." "You're scaring me..." "Oh, am I?" His voice dropped to a mock-sweet tone. "Then maybe I should give you something real to fear." Before she could react, he shoved her back hard. She stumbled and hit the floor. He pulled out a silver lighter from his pocket, flicked it open with a metallic click, and tossed it to the carpet. "You don't want to be mine? Fine. Then you don't get to live at all." He turned and walked out as smoke curled around the room, leaving her screaming. "HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME! PLEASE!" No one came. She coughed violently, trying to see through the thick smoke. »»--⍟--«« She prayed without words, loved without hope, and survived without strength... until destiny sent her a miracle disguised as a man. Some prayers aren't spoken out loud - they're whispered by a broken heart. She was fragile, lost between the weight of her fears and the silence of her dreams. He was the unexpected answer, the second chance she never dared to hope for. This is a story of healing, of finding strength in love, and of a heart that still believes... even after it's been shattered. Because sometimes, the prayers we send from the deepest corners of our soul... are the ones that find their way home. ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- #1 in shimla #3 in bibliophile #3 in fateanddestiny #3 in heartfeltstory #7 in psycotic #3 in completedstory #1 in hersaviour