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#𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟎𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐕𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
She wasn't saved.
She was handed over quietly, cruelly, like a secret no one wanted to keep.
Nitya was soft. Too soft for a world that carved love out of manipulation and called it care.
Raised under a roof where tenderness was twisted and silence was survival, she learned that obedience was the only way to stay invisible. Especially when your own mother becomes the mask behind your undoing.
So when Nitya is married off, not for love, not even for tradition, but for control she doesn't protest. She folds. Like she always has.
Avayan didn't ask for her.
He's all edges and ice unreadable, untouchable, and emotionally void.
He only said yes because it was expected of him.
But something changes in the stillness.
Moments pass.
And in between the ones where she's breaking quietly are the ones where someone stays.
Not to rescue her. Not to hold her.
Just to remain.
And somehow, between the words left unsaid and the glances not meant to linger,
a slow, aching tenderness begins to rise
not loud, not sudden but real.
This isn't a story of perfect love.
This isn't a story of grand gestures or sudden passion.
It's a slow, haunting unraveling - of a girl who was barely even hers,
Yet, in a marriage built on duty, can desire turn into something more? Can Nitya find the courage to claim her place beside the man who teases and torments her with a tenderness she never knew she craved? And will Avayan, who never believed in love, realize that she was meant to be his all along?
A slow-burning tension, stolen moments, and a love that was never supposed to happen-but refuses to be ignored.
A quiet beginning.
A burning middle.
A love that doesn't save her-
but teaches her how to choose herself,
and him,
at the same time.
And the man who unknowingly teaches her how to belong to herself.
