- a story of the wounds we carry... and the light we choose anyway.
"Sunflower wasn't built to be soft, yet she bloomed anyway."
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Gebi never planned to return to her old house-the place where promises broke, memories lingered, and grief never fully left.
But one stubborn sunflower growing in the middle of a dying garden... pulls her back home.
At the same time, Pandu-the cold, untouchable boy who never cares about anyone-suddenly appears in every corner of her days. Not sweet, not romantic... more like a disturbance neither of them wants to get rid of.
When the past returns through Elsa, and the present follows her in Pandu's quiet footsteps,
Gebi must decide whether that house is only a wound she keeps reopening,
or the beginning of something new.
A story about cracks calling you home, unexpected connections, and finding the courage to stand again-even when the world keeps trying to break you.
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[notes]
This short story is an adaptation of my ongoing Wattpad on going story "Karsa dari Rasa."
I wrote this version as part of my Creative Writing assignment, using the same characters and universe but in a shorter English format.
You can still read the full, ongoing Indonesian version on my Wattpad page.
Thank you for reading! <3 Love ya.
The Rastogi brothers' fragile world cracks open when Reyansh brings Rivyut - the son of Vidhani, the woman who tore their family apart.
"Why bring her son here? Do you think we can forget what she did?" Raghav's voice was sharp, filled with pain and anger.
Torn between protecting their fractured bond and facing buried truths, the brothers' fight for unity spirals into a war where love, loyalty, and pain collide.The brothers must decide if family means forgiveness... or more heartbreak.