Echoes of Us

Yuvraj stood by the kitchen counter, brows furrowed, lips pressed into a line, trying to open yet another glass jar.

Miraya peeked in, arms crossed over her chest, watching the silent war he was clearly losing.

"Need help?" she asked, her voice calm but eyes twinkling.

"I've almost got it," he muttered, still twisting. Nothing. He tried again. Still nothing.

Miraya walked over quietly, took the jar from his hands with zero ceremony, tapped it gently against the edge of the counter, and twisted. Pop. The lid came off effortlessly.

She handed it back wordlessly, a small smile curving on her lips.

Yuvraj blinked. "You loosened it after I softened it, right?"

She raised a brow. "Sure. Let's go with that."

He stared at her, deadpan. "If I will open them my way the bottle will break you know."

"Of course, Yuvraj."

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Sometimes, the quietest love echoes the loudest.

Miraya Sharma had stopped believing in fairytales a long time ago. Life taught her to shrink herself, speak less, feel less. An arranged marriage was just another chapter in a book she never wanted to write-but she didn't expect him.

Yuvraj Mehra.

A man who doesn't shout to be heard. Who remembers how she takes her tea and waits for her to breathe when the world forgets to. He doesn't ask her to be brave-he simply stands beside her until she finds the courage herself.

This isn't a story of love at first sight.
This is love that sneaks up on you in silent kitchens, unspoken glances, and the warmth of two cups placed side by side. A love that doesn't fix you, but makes you feel less broken.

He's everything she never thought she deserved.
She's everything he's never wanted to let go.

Welcome to a slow-burn romance stitched with softness, longing, healing, and moments that will make you smile through tears.