Shattering together

"you told me to wear her outfit"
"oh?" he whispered "So strip now" He casually murmured

He was never a stranger to her-his silence, his anger, his presence were all too familiar.
But to him, she was only a name, a face, a woman he never truly knew.

They collided not by fate, but by circumstance-two lives forced into the same space, destined to bruise each other in the process. His eyes followed her everywhere, sharp with suspicion, heavy with something he refused to name. Hers never met his. Not because she didn't feel-but because feeling had once cost her everything.

Between unspoken truths and misplaced blame, love arrived too early for one and too late for the other. What began as endurance slowly twisted into dependence, into something dangerously close to longing. Yet hatred stood taller than confession, and silence did more damage than cruelty ever could.

This is not a story about love finding its way.
It's about timing that betrayed hearts, words that were never read, and two people who hurt each other so deeply that understanding became impossible.

Some stories don't end in forever-
they end in what could have been.

She chose pain

But he heard

She chose him

(Indian fl x half british half italian ml )

forced marriage Au
highly Angst

Happy Reading ahead 🌷