PROLOGUE
Death is poetry, they say. But love is the poet.
The sole force that draws together two souls never meant to meet.
The impossible ones. The hopeless ones. The ones whose story should never have existed.
Yet love brings them close—just close enough to gift them a lifetime of passion and fire, happiness and heartbreak, devotion and pain.
And in the end, as all great poems do, it leaves behind something neither of them could have imagined.
For Tanvi, survival came wrapped in silence, with memories she didn't know she was missing and a heart that still hummed a melody she couldn't name.
And miles away, under a restless sky, Raj carried the quiet weight of a story he never let her remember—a secret kept not out of betrayal, but out of a devotion that demanded everything from him.
They say true love is about holding on. But sometimes, the greatest act of love is having the courage to let go.
This is the echo of an unfinished chord, of two souls bound across the silence.
The story of the sky that loved a star.
