aashnaa_writess
"He fell first.
He fell harder.
And there was no coming back."*
*Aarya Mehta was never meant to be understood.*
*She was grace wrapped in fire-diva and devi in one soul. Untamed, unpredictable, and impossible to keep.*
*Reyansh Rathore knew power, control, and the art of never bending.*
*But when it came to her... he didn't even try.*
*He didn't silence her chaos.*
*He didn't ask her to be less.*
*He didn't fight for control.*
*He chose devotion.*
*Her moods, her silence, her storms-he held it all like it was sacred.*
*No ego. No pride. Just a love so intense... it looked like worship.*
*To the world, she was too much.*
*To him-*
***she was everything.***
**Aarya × Reyansh**
*Not a love story.*
*A devotion.*