lucky03m
Swara arrived at the shore carrying questions she had long since learned to survive without.
Sanskaar remained, carving a sanctuary out of patience, sea salt, and the beauty of unsaid things.
In a town where the tide moves slower than the heart, two souls drifted together-unrushed and unguarded-as if the waves had been whispering their names all along.
Some hearts are not swept away.
They are carried-gently-toward where they belong.
Some love stories don't rush you forward.
They teach you how to stay.