57 parts Ongoing MatureWoh mohabbat hi kya jisme aansu na ho,
Woh kismat hi kya jisme imtihaan na ho.
Jo har muskurahat mein chhupi ho rusvaayi,
Wahi toh asli mohabbat ki hai sachai........
"Veer ,If you ever get lost in the dark, .." she whispered, her fingers brushing against his collarbone,
"...just follow the sound of my heartbeat."
He cupped her face, his voice barely a breath, "And if I ever loose that sound, Aya... I'll burn the darkness to find you."
He is the (Aryaveer Singh Rathore) storm in human form, forged by war, worshipped by realms, feared by darkness itself. But his silence breaks only for her. In the chaos of duty and shadows of destiny, it is her voice that stills him, her touch that anchors him.
She is the ( Ayana Malhotra )grace etched in gold, heart stitched with sacrifice. She walks like a prayer, fights like fire, and holds the weight of a kingdom in her eyes. Yet for him, she is simply Aya-the woman he would burn heavens for.
Together, they are more than legend.
He calls her his sukoon. She calls him her savior.
Their love is no fragile thing ,it is carved in celestial fire, written in the stars, and whispered by ancient winds.
But when love this powerful threatens to rewrite fate itself...
even the heavens grow silent.