"I am yours, Svetnik. And you don't get to overthink that in this restless head of yours."
For the first time, my mind went quiet.
And then his lips were on mine.
Taranya, is made of quiet wounds and unspoken fears.
Siddhant, is made of silence and scars he never names.
They met in the middle of everything that tried to destroy them.
And somehow, they didn't run.
This is their beginning, about finding safety in hands that were once dangerous, and learning that some love doesn't ruin you.
It rebuilds you.
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