Marigolds at dusk

Some stories don't announce themselves.

They begin quietly.
In between conversations.
In moments that seem ordinary - until they aren't.

Sharanya never thought she was waiting for anything.
Dhruv never thought he would have to.

And yet, somewhere between unspoken things and almost-answers, something begins to shift.

Marigolds at Dusk is not about dramatic confessions or impossible odds.
It's about the kind of love that grows where no one is looking.
The kind that feels confusing before it feels certain.
The kind that makes you wonder when "just" became "everything."

There are pauses.
There are silences that mean more than words.
There are evenings that stretch longer than they should.

And there's the quiet question neither of them is ready to ask.

Some flowers bloom in broad daylight.
Others wait for dusk.

This is that kind of story.