Petalwrites571
He belongs to the roar of stadiums,
to white jerseys and endless dreams,
to a life where cricket is not just a game
but his breath, his purpose, his everything.
A gentleman the world admires,
a man who knows respect, timing, and silence.
She belongs to quiet corners,
unfinished textbooks and unspoken thoughts.
An introvert with a loud heart,
cheering for him from the crowd,
never knowing fate was watching her too.
A marriage happens - not by love,
but by force, by reasons neither of them chose.
She smiles at destiny,
happy, yet unsure if he ever wanted her.
He turns away, believing she chose his name,
his money, his fame - not his heart.
He forgets her presence.
She remembers his absence.
Two souls tied by rituals,
yet divided by misunderstanding.
Both forced.
Both hurting.
Both silent.
She suffers without blame,
he hardens without knowing the truth.
When silence becomes heavier than pain,
and hearts grow tired of breaking alone,
will love find its way through the cracks?
Will two wounded hearts finally learn to beat as one?