𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚, 𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚

This is the story of a girl who fell deeply, irrevocably, for the man behind the olive green-his gentle kindness, kind words, and humble nature captured her soul. Despite his privileged world, he remained rooted in humility, a beacon of light in her life. His simplicity was her haven, his lack of ego her safe space.
She fell for a man who wore discipline in his voice and dreams in his eyes-an Indian Army lieutenant who made her believe in herself about his appearance,two months since he left, and the silence is deafening. Two brief meetings felt like eternity, one quiet call left her breathless. it's been an One-and-Half month of silence stretch out like an endless canvas.
He's chasing purpose, duty-bound. She's holding on to fragments of him-his words, laughter, hope, memories that refuse to fade. No promises, no answers. Just a girl who loved in silence, with every fiber of her being... waiting for the sound of his voice once more-a whisper, a word, a breath.
Because he wore olive, the uniform of courage. And she? She wore hope, the armor of her heart. In the silence, she finds solace in the memories of him, the hope he ignited. In the silence, she waits with bated breath, unsure if their paths will cross again. Time, once a promise of reunion, now stretches out like an endless horizon, filled with the uncertainty of his return.Though apart, his impact remains, a constant reminder of the love she holds within.