Midnight Asphalt

Prologue

In a world built on loyalty, blood, and unspoken rules, love was never meant to be gentle.

Aarav ruled with calm precision-feared, respected, untouchable. At his side stood Kabir, his shadow, his right hand, the man who would bleed without being asked and disappear without being missed. Kabir loved Aarav in silence, a devotion so deep it never dared to ask for a name.

And then there was Meera.

Brilliant. Unshakeable. A woman who loved Aarav openly and was loved back with intention and pride. She was never weak, never blind, never cruel-only human in a world that demanded strength.

This is not a story of betrayal.

It is a story of love that changed shape, of devotion that stayed silent, and of three hearts learning that sometimes the most powerful choices are the ones made without violence.

Some love is chosen.
Some love is endured.
And some love is discovered too late to be ignored.