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Some people don't meet to fall in love.
They meet to heal first.
Aarohi Deshmukh had stopped believing in anything that felt like hope.
As the eldest daughter, she carried her family's expectations quietly, never speaking about the weight pressing against her chest. Trust was a luxury she could no longer afford.
Neil Malhotra had already loved and lost.
At twenty-nine, he had learned to be calm where others rushed, silent where others demanded answers. He didn't believe in second chances.
They lived in the same apartment building. Different floors. Different wounds. Different ages.
They crossed paths not at destiny's dramatic moment-but at an apartment get-together, surrounded by laughter that hid their pain.
But love wasn't the hardest part.
An eight-year age gap.
Two broken pasts.
Families where caste mattered more than feelings.
When healing turns into love, and love turns into a question neither of them is ready to answer-will they choose fear, or each other?
This is a story about quiet love, forbidden timing, and two hearts that found home when they weren't looking.