The SPARKS BETWEEN US

𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳.
𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.
𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘵, 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥,
𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦
𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦.
𝙃𝙚𝙧.

She saved a wounded stranger once.
No name. No questions. No idea that kindness would come back to rewrite her life.

He fell for her the second time he saw her at a temple.
Soft voice. Nervous eyes. Quiet strength.

When fate placed her in front of him again,
he didn't hesitate.
He chose.

Khushi Parida doesn't believe in love.
Men disappoint. Promises break. Fairytales lie.
unsure of herself,hiding every emotion behind her smile,a smile too bright , working perfectly as her armour.

Garv Raisinghani is everything she avoids.
Male .Power. Stability.
And when he chooses, he doesn't waver.

Not with force.
Not with fear.
But with patience that waits, persistence that stays,
and a love that doesn't leave when it gets difficult.

This is not a story of chasing.
It's a story of resistance slowly surrendering.

She doesn't remember the kindness she showed which made her HIS

He doesn't want to make her remember,..he just wants to make her fall in love with him and be the sword to his warrior

Garv × Khushi

Bada beta meets badi beti
Where fate writes the rishta long before the hearts are brave enough to agree.