My Hayati

She feared the idea of marriage,
While he never believed in it.

She wandered through cities with dreams in her eyes,
And he chased roads to escape his own mind.

She hid her storms behind soft silence,
While he wore his fire like second skin.

To the world, she was joy wrapped in sunshine-
But inside, she carried silent scars.

To the world, he was calm, composed-perfect.
Yet his own world was chaos behind closed doors.

Still...
In the quiet cracks of each other's souls,
Zain and Anya found a kind of healing.
Not perfect, not planned-just real.
Love, not loud-but strong enough to stay.

Note:

This story is just a normal story. I mean not the mafia or billionaire or cold lead kinda story. I love those stories too but I wanted to write a story based on every insecure person who bears many traumas. Who is very genuine and true in this generation. I wanted to write a cozy story with some of my own expectations. This story is just about a normal couple who has insecurities and family trauma just like we, Indians had as a child. So I hope this story connects with you.