Whisper beneath the rose Vine

The night smelled of roses... and something far more tragic.
A boy stood at the bottom of the grand staircase, his tiny hands trembling as voices echoed through the mansion. His mother's cries. His father's cold silence. And then-
Silence.
The kind of silence that doesn't just fill a room... it swallows lives.
By morning, the house was decorated not with flowers of celebration, but with whispers of death.
His mother was gone.
And within months, another woman took her place.
She wasn't just any woman.
She was his father's assistant.
Now, she was his stepmother.
Her smile was warm in front of others...
But her eyes?
They held something far darker.
Something calculating.
Something dangerous.
Miles away, under a completely different sky, a little girl sat by her window, clutching her mother's dupatta, her small world already shattered.
She didn't understand death.
She only understood that her mother wasn't coming back.
And when her father remarried, she learned something else-
Love doesn't always stay.
People don't always mean what they promise.
Years passed.
The boy grew into a man who stopped believing in love.
Feelings became temporary.
Women became distractions.
The girl grew into someone who feared even the idea of closeness.
A fear she never chose... but could never escape.
Two broken souls.
Two completely different worlds.
And yet, fate-cruel and silent-was already weaving their lives together.
Not for love.
But for a plan.
A plan created by a woman who smiled sweetly...
while destroying lives behind closed doors.
A marriage would happen.
Not because they wanted it.
Not because they chose it.
But because someone else needed it.
And beneath it all...
hidden like a secret buried under blooming roses-
A whisper waited.
A truth.
A betrayal.
A story that was never meant to have a happy ending.

The story is completely mine but character name are taken from a popular show Iss pyaar ko kya naam doon.