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Anaya was the kind of girl who felt everything deeply but spoke very little.
Vihaan was the kind of boy who never let anyone close enough to matter.
They were never supposed to become important to each other.
But somewhere between lingering glances, unspoken apologies, and hearts too stubborn to admit the truth, their story began-undefined, complicated, and painfully real.
Some relationships have names.
Theirs never did.
The Untitled Love is a story about silence, ego, heartbreak, and the kind of love that exists even when nobody dares to call it love.