Aveer wanted distance. Aarav wanted closure. But fate gave them neither - only a single room, old wounds, and a silence, heavy enough to drown in. What begins as resentment soon turns into something darker, softer, and far more forbidden. Because the heart doesn't forget - even when it's been taught to hate. "The world called it sin - They called it love Because when love becomes a sin, desire becomes rebellion". (A Limited 10 Chapter Short Story)