Shewaspeaceandwar Stories

He didn't fall in love with her-he fell to his knees. Rajveer Jamwal wasn't a man of faith until she came. Kritika. The girl with trembling hands, tearful eyes, and a soul too fragile for the world he ruled. He didn't love her, he worshipped her. Every breath she took was a prayer he never dared to interrupt. Every pain she carried, he bore like penance. But worship has a price. And devotion always turns dark. When she smiled, he called it sunrise. When she cried, he called it holy. And when she broke-he broke his world to keep her whole. Years later, she still haunts his blood. Her ghost sleeps beside him, her memories raising the daughter she never saw. And every time he looks at the child's eyes, he sees her-his only god, his only sin. Because love ends. But worship never does.