𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐡

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬, 𝐩𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟-𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬.

𝐀𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐯 𝐌𝐮𝐤𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐣𝐞𝐞 was the kind of boy who made silence feel like a language. His presence was a storm behind still eyes, and his words, when they came, felt like slow rain - rare, but drenching.

𝐀𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐡𝐢 𝐑𝐨𝐲 wasn't looking for someone to sweep her off her feet. She wanted someone who saw her even when she wasn't speaking. Someone whose eyes hesitated just before they met hers, but never really looked away.

In a world where people chase noise, their story bloomed in the background - in shared tiffins, small stolen glances, accidental touches that lingered a second too long, and a kind of knowing that didn't need to be explained.

Between crowded hallways and unnoticed moments, between "just friends" and "maybe something more," This is a story about two souls that never shouted their love - but felt it in everything left unsaid.

Because sometimes, the loudest kind of love is the one that whispers.