"VEDANT'S WORLD"

He was iron and ice -
A storm in uniform,
Duty etched into every breath,
A man sculpted by warzones and wounds
no one dared to ask about.

She was springtime and stardust -
Soft laughter in sunlit halls,
Dreams tucked between notebooks and
a heart untouched by the world's sharp edges.

He saw her - once.
And the world, so long silenced by sirens and gunfire,
began to hum again.

He fell first.
Not gently,
But like a building set to detonate -
Loud. Final.
Without warning.

He didn't smile. He watched.
Didn't speak. He showed up.
Didn't confess. He claimed.
Her presence became his peace,
Her voice, his favorite sin.

And she -
She was afraid.
Not of him,
But of how her heart betrayed her
each time he looked at her like she was the only truth
in a world built on lies.

She fell, too -
Slower,
But deeper.
Into the silence between his words,
Into the heat behind his fury,
Into the broken boy hiding beneath the badge.

Their love?
It wasn't flowers and confession's.
It was clenched jaws and trembling hands,
Arguments that ended in whispered apologies,
And touches that spoke of longing and ruin.

He loved her like a secret he'd kill to protect.
She loved him like a prayer she wasn't sure would be answered.

And when they fell -
They fell like stars crashing to earth:
Brilliant.
Beautiful.
And irreversible.