Prologue
Was everything fake?” Her voice didn’t rise, didn’t crack—just trembled. That single question sat between them like a weight too heavy to carry. And for the first time, he had no answer.
Zoya Kapoor was never the girl who believed in fairytales. She laughed too loud, spoke too much, and felt too deeply for her own good. She wrote about love like it was fiction—something for other people. Not for her. Not after what life had taken from her.
But then came the coffee. The argument. The man who didn’t flinch when she raised her voice—or when she lowered it to say something real.
Advait Roy had everything Zoya ran from: silence, structure, rules. The kind of man who lived in bullet points and replied in one-liners. He didn’t believe in chaos. Until she walked in wearing jhumkas, rage, and a mouth full of sarcasm.
Neither of them were looking for anything. But love doesn’t knock politely. It crashes into you—hot coffee first, feelings later.
And just when Zoya started believing that maybe this—they—could be something real… He made her doubt it all.
“Was everything fake?” This time, her voice cracked. This time, it mattered. Because some stories don’t begin with Once Upon A Time. Some begin with I hate you. And maybe… end with I still do.
