After her heart is left in pieces, Shanvi teaches herself to stop expecting softness, from the world, from people, and especially from love. They say she's hard to love, and after a while, she starts to believe it too.
But just when she's made peace with solitude, love finds her again; quiet, patient, and unafraid. Someone who doesn't try to fix her brokenness, but holds it gently. Someone who loves her without boundaries, without conditions, without needing her to be anyone else.
Because sometimes, love returns not to wound, but to heal.
They say everyone finds love at least once.
But what if... she never did?
She didn't stop believing in it-
she just never got it.
Not the kind you read about.
Not the kind that stays.
She loved deeply, silently, and selflessly...
but life never loved her back the same way.
And he-he wasn't searching for anyone.
He didn't even know what love looked like
until he looked at her.
And suddenly,
he just knew.
This isn't a story of second chances.
There was never a first.
This is the beginning they never expected-
when two lonely hearts crash softly,
and build a kind of love
that feels like home for the very first time.
It's not her last...
It's her first, too.
And maybe... finally... her always.