Writer of stories where she falls first, but he falls hardest-silently, slowly, devastatingly.
I romanticize glances across crowded rooms, chai in chipped mugs, and rain that feels a little too personal.
My worlds are stitched with Hindi songs, unsent messages, overprotective chachis, brooding boys, and that one roommate who knows everything.
Here, love simmers before it stuns. Grief hides in smiles. And no one's ever just "okay."
Expect long chapters, lyrical chaos, secret pining, filmy twists-and characters who feel more real than reality.
Warning: May cause blushes, tears, or late-night overthinking.
Tap follow if you're ready to fall. Slowly. Entirely. Again and again. 🌧️🕊️