Once, a little prince promised his Lotus, "I'll come back for you." Years turned him into a king. War turned kingdoms to ashes. But time could never erase the one name buried deepest in his heart. When Veeraj finally returned, Aarush expected a conqueror. Instead, the king walked toward him, lowered his crown and knelt before his Lotus.

I'm not a poet. Just a writer trying to find something lost between these pages. This isn't a poetry book. It's a home for the memories I couldn't let go of, the conversations I never got to finish, and the love that never learned how to leave. If you've ever searched for someone in an old photograph, smiled through tears, or found comfort in memories that still feel warm... Then perhaps these pages belong to you too. Welcome to The Warmth You Left Behind. ✨