✨𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝔼𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 ✨

In the quiet shade of a centuries-old baoli,
where lotus petals float lazily over still water,
a girl from Nagpur adjusts her mogra gajra and speaks in stubborn truths.
And the boy from Jaipur, in his linen kurta and silken silence,
listens - like he's been waiting for her voice his whole life.

She smells like mitti after rain and keeps her dreams folded in steel lunchboxes.
He walks like poetry, never raises his voice, and writes letters he never sends.

She calls him out on his privilege.
He ties her broken sandal strap without saying a word.
Their love isn't loud.
It blooms quietly - like jasmine in the dark.
In chai-scented afternoons.
In paper cuts and poetry edits.
In stolen glances by lamp-lit corridors.
And in a moment under a rain-soaked archway,
when he finally says:

> "You are everything I never thought I deserved -
but always wrote about anyway."

This isn't a story of grand gestures.
This is a story of soft revolutions.
Of falling in love not all at once -
but exactly when you didn't mean to.