Echoes Of Heart

Before hearts collided, the city was already writing their names in fire.

He ruled the roads at midnight-
a phantom behind the wheel,
with fury in his blood
and silence in his eyes.

She arrived at dawn-
a storm in soft skin,
with a past stitched in bruises
and a soul that refused to kneel.

Mumbai watched them from a distance.
One raced to feel alive.
The other walked into ruin hoping to rise.

They didn't meet in fairy lights or soft music.
They met in a world too sharp, too loud, too cruel.
Where fate doesn't whisper-it dares.
And love isn't sweet-it burns.

This is not a love story.
This is a war written in heartbeats.
And neither of them plans to surrender.